.after the bashing I decided not to meet Zarina for sometime till I could figure out what to do…my entire family was upset…after a month, unable t... control myself I decided to meet Zarina at her college.Next day at the college I found out she was going out with another Punjabi guy from my college , a senior. I kept following them for several days like a mad man…one day this guy took her to a park called Lalbagh, this is a famous park in Bangalore. As usual , she was wearing a Punjabi suit and. "The room quieted down and I smiled. "Thank you. I know many of us have just met, but if things go well, we will get to know each other very well in the future. And I do apologize from tearing you away from your concubines, but this room isn't big enough for a full eighty-five people." Eighty-five?" someone exclaimed. "How do you come up with that number?"Yvette smiled and I nodded for her to continue. "Simple math," she said. "We have twenty sponsors, with forty-five concubines and twenty. She was going on about how she'dhad such a terrible day at work, and I wanted nothing more than to ripher a new one. She had some bad customer in her retail job? Yeah, well,I just lost a promotion that would have contributed to our future. Girlsdon't really get it sometimes.I pulled out of the parking lot and started to head towards home. Icontinued listening to her diatribe about how some person slighted her atthe checkout stand. I tried so hard not to tell her that her job. I felt like that's what I was, a cross-dressing teenage boy, but it was hot too. Sexy sorta and like I had a secret all my own, hidden underneath my pants. I was getting wet and my nipples were hard and that was so weird!How could I be a cross-dressing fag if I was really a girl?I zipped up my jeans and buttoned them, deciding against a belt, even though that meant they'd be riding low if I wasn't careful. Low enough to show off the flimsy waistband of those panties for sure. That was sorta.