Before I could answer I began to cry. I never criedin public before, it was a strange new feeling. Olivia held my hand andtried to console me."What is...it?" she asked worried. "Are you really ill?"I had to answer before she started to cry too "I have been trying to getin shape," I stated.She laughed a little as she responded, "In shape? Hun, you are wiltingaway. You are in perfect shape though if you wanted to be a sexy woman."I could tell the minute she spoke she saw a light. "OH MY GOD,". ”“That’s strange Daddy. My friends and I all watch interracial porn on the internet and we see how big and wonderful Black cocks are and we all want to get fucked by Black cocks. And we’ve been taught in school that our white race is evil. I know that as a Black man you are the victim of slavery and white racism. I feel so ashamed to be white. My girlfriends and I all want to pay reparations to the Black race for slavery and racism. And now that I’m a whore, Black men tell me that there is no. When I came out to show it off a pretty saleswoman, who looked to be in her early twenties, give or take, was there to assist us. Her name tag said Emma. I looked in the mirror and asked, "How do I look?"Gwen said, "It looks really good on you." You think?" I asked. Taking a long look in the mirror I then said, "This would definitely need stockings."Gwen agreed, "Yes, either black or dark beige."I looked at Emma and said, "Do you sell stockings here?" Yes," Emma responded.I smiled at her, my. Stanley's knees buckled and he could feel his ass cheeks sliding down theshower wall. He sat there as the wave of pleasure subsided. In theafterglow, the feeling of hot water against his face and chest remindedhim of warm rain. As the hormonal rush wore off, Stanley felt dirty onceagain.He was here to uncover the cartel spy ring within the DEA, and toreturn to his normal life as Stanley Fairchild, married man. He hadn'tfeminized himself to get male attention, and he hadn't come to the islandto.