Then when I came back we chose some of her clothes for me to puton.They where lying on her bed: nice silk stockings, a pencil skirt, avery soft angora...cowl sweater and high heels. She helped me to put themon. Then she gave me a flame red wig, much like her own hair. Shehelped me to put on some heavy make up.I changed from Peter into Petra.Then the sex could begin. It was wild; she made love with me like a manafter that like a woman.'Do you want something more kinky?' she asked. I was wondering. Her only downside as a person was that she tended to have a mean streak. Over her control-top pantyhose, she began to wear a variety of girdles. Each one tighter than the other. One of the benefits of her wearing a girdle was the fact that it turns me on so much, and she knew it. She loved to tease me with it. She would be sure to put on her pantyhose and girdle in front of me, and then softly run her hands over her body. She knew that it would make me wet my pants. I would reach for her,. Therewasn't really too much to move. I had mostly second hand furniture andhad not yet acquired a bunch of junk. By the time it was all sortedout, we delivered more stuff to the second hand store than I took withme.When I arrived at Jeanette's with the movers, she instructed them toput everything into a storage room above the garage. "This will be agood spot to sort things out and take what you need to your bedroom.Most of what you need is already there," she said.As I sat there sorting through. "There's never a dull moment with you, is there?" a familiar voiceasked. The click clacking of heels on hard tile could be heard echoingin the darkness, heading straight for him. With every step, the roomstarted to illuminate, revealing that he definitely wasn't in his hotelroom anymore. It looked more like he was in one of those operating roomsthat he saw on a few hospital dramas where there was a balcony thatothers could watch from. That wasn't important to him right now though.What was.