After about ten or fifteen minutes, Amanda started to wrap up cooking. She turned the stove off, put the dishes in the sink, and brought me a plate of...food. I expected her to go back and get herself a plate, but she sat down across from me.“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked. “No, you go ahead without me. I can’t do what I have planned with a full stomach,” she answered smiling. I was shocked. Amanda was never a big fan of blowjobs. I tried to take my time eating, but I was too excited. My plate. She was surprised to find that she was already quite wet and open and as she rubbed her pussy lips she enjoyed the sound her wet pussy made and the feel of her fingers as they grew wet and sloppy with an unusually thick secretion that her cunt started to pump out. She had never known it to be that thick in all the years she had been masturbating but she wasn’t complaining as she made herself comfortable in the bed. She loved the feeling of the hot, sticky, gooey mess under her fingers and she. I then went to a gas station bathroom and put on my girly things under my man clothes. While I was in the men's room there was a message on the wall that said, 'call for a good time.' So I wrote down the number and went to a payphone, yeah, back then there were pay phones.I called the number not expecting anyone to answer, or for it to be disconnected. To my surprise, a guy did answer the phone and we started chatting for a while. He invited me to stop by his apartment. I was nervous and very. "You'll need to get used to those shoes fast," said Trish, "becauseyou'll be wearing them every day as the maid." I looked at myself in themirror, the blonde hair, the sexy maids dress, the make-up, the fishnetsand the heels. I didn't look like James anymore. I looked more convincingas a girl than I thought. I looked like Jane. I started to cry."Oh no look at her cry," Kristi said. "She's acting like a girl already." So, we are all going to be taking a different role in your transition toour.