What she is asking of me is a lot.I still consider myself to be a man. However I freely admit there are alot of things about dressing as a woman that...are pleasing to the senses. I feel naked leaving the house without makeup and perfume, I wouldn'teven consider going without the support of a good bra. I may bepredisposed to femininity; but I still consider myself a man, withmasculine interests. I have been off the hormones long enough my babymaker is starting to respond, sometimes in the most. All of them poured drinks and started enjoying lusting at me. Then one of the inspectors asked me not to stand and start a nice strip dancing for them. I obeyed them and started dancing and shaking my hips and boobs.Then, the inspector pulled me closer to him and pulled my skirt down to my toe. I had to give it to him. I kept dancing in my top and panties and heels. Then another inspector pulled my top, tore it open, and took it from me. Suddenly, both the attendants removed my bra and my. Going home and showering there, wasn’t an option for most of us, we had, school, college or jobs to get to. I put my bag on the floor, took off my costume and waited my turn to use the shower. Chloe had disappeared into the changing room but then I heard her calling my name and as I looked up, gestured for me to go to her. Picking up my bag and costume, I walked as calmly as I could towards her. As I got closer, she suggested that we used the Squash Player showers as they were all free. As I. Its potent effects were immediate, her pulsing nipples tripled in size, threatening to dwarf her breasts. Her vulva was split asunder by a rocketing erection and thick, bubbling juice polled on the floor after streaming down her legs. All of this took place in a mere fraction of a human heartbeat. Jenna's right hand smashed heavily in to the solid clitoral shaft, her face folded in agony.As if from a cut scene in a Kubric film the freed knife spiraled impressively in the air, and fell finally.