Tuesday actually started out to be a really great day, the culmination of considerable effort and concentration mixed with a healthy dose of pure fear...For some time I had been feeling a bit depressed with middle age having arrived unannounced and after suffering my despair in silence for some time my wife finally attacked."For God's sake! Why don't you get off your fat, lazy arse and get out and do something exciting. It might take your mind off your age and will get you out from under my. Even the walls were painted differently, pink withblue trim. And there were pictures of kittens and ballerinas on thewalls. It was a perfect room for an eight year old girl.With great trepidation he, now a she, quietly went into the livingroom. Her parents were there waiting and both gave her a big grin. Shelooked over and saw the girl's bike."Surprise!" said Mom and Dad together. "What do you think? Do you likeit?" Huh? Oh yes, I love it!" gushed Kris Anne, "But I don't understand.I'm a girl!". ..thanks''she kept rubbing my ass like it was normal as i plated pinball ''you good at that game''''thanks''''can i stay a bit with you and watch you play?''''yeah sure''she stayed behind and kept rubbing my little swimsuit bottom ass , until i was getting hard her hand starting to tease too close to my hole , sliding her and in my ass crack giving me weird feeling , i felt too weird and ran to the bathroom telling her i had to go nowi coudnt make it very far she caught me before the bathroom. The doorbell rang, I jumped! I knew who it was. I answered quickly. The girl was petite quite tiny, in fact. She was wearing a short pleated skirt and a tiny tee shirt displaying her navel and that she was bra-less, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. I’m not proud that I’d hired an escort, but you have to understand I was 28 and still a virgin I dealt with the cash side of things and had explained on the phone that I was a transvestite, there I’ve said it! It’s such an ugly word.