I try to bury it. Deep inside me. The more I try not to think about it, the more it comes back. The more I feel it. I am transgender. I want to be a w...man. I need to be a woman.Ever since high school, when I marvelled at lingerie models in the newspaper, pretending to pose like them, feeling jealous of the skirts and tights the girls in my class were wearing, dreaming of being a lesbian submissive, I have struggled to shake it off.I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them. My driver would occasionally swerve out to see if he would be able to pass. How he was able to keep from getting creamed, when he swerved, was beyond me. There was no possible way that he could see what was coming.We eventually arrived at the city which was located very close to the village where Anna lived. As you can guess, my excitement level was off the charts.My driver brought me to my hotel. Once there, I was again asked for my passport. I began to wonder how much of the itinerary of my. When you're ready we'll order some clothes and anything else you need. Take a shower, get something to eat and we'll call the 'rents and get the show on the road." Honey, I'm home!" I said loudly."Welcome back, Toliver," came a rich, feminine voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. "You have two messages, neither coded as critical. I see you have brought guests home with you." Sharon, this is Teresa Dubois, Eveta Delgado and Keelin Tiernay," I said pointing to each in turn.. As the phallus throbbed and twitched I administered to it showing my host that I wanted to please him as to his desires. Once he was ready we retired to the bed and I laid on my stomach as he applied the lubricant to my waiting bung. Once done he straddled my buttocks and guided his man hood into my butt crack and started to probe my anal opening till his penile glans entered my anal sphincter tube. Once he was in I took a longer sniff at the small brown bottle and after securing the top begin.