“RICK, RICK,” Ben screamed into the phone, “Meet me half way, I have GOT to show you something.” And he hung up. Shit, I thought, I wonder wha... happened, I wonder if he did wake up with big changes like I did. I ran out the door, jumped on my bike and raced to our meeting point that we always use.There’s this big vacant lot where a house burned a few years ago and we always meet there when we have one of our ‘hurry up and meet me’ meetings. I got there first, and saw Ben pedaling his bike like. I love to wear dresses or blouses and skirts, draped over my lacy corset. Tucked into a girdle; who cares if it hurts? It's all for the right silhouette.For years I'd been dressing, but only at home. I'd never dare venture outside. I'd make myself pretty then sit all alone, resigned to the fact I must hide.Then there in the paper, an ad caught my eye: "Transvestite's Christmas night out." I toyed with the thought, should I give it a try? My mind was so clouded with doubt.The yule celebration. She then started riding my cock. I could feel all the pleasure burning inside of me, trying to burst out. But i was not ready to give up yet. She is so beautiful, i thought at the moment, her cute face, amazing breasts going up and down on my flagpole. I caught hold of her firm ass, which was real soft. I started massaging her ass as she pumped my penis. She started moaning loudly. She was getting close to her orgasm. Her closed eyes, and her soft moans made me realize that i was also getting. Another time – and this was MY idea (giggle), although Tiff got to do it 'cos torturing tramps is something she really gets off on and I'm happy to just watch – she dangled the money out (a big stash) and she made all these old wrecks dance for her in order to get it. God it was a scream to see. She put her car stereo on and got them to pretend to be in a disco, made them groove around and smooch with each other. "Yeah trampies, go on, dance for me," she's giggling. "Let's see some snogging.