I asked her to give me a kiss and she told “no” and the following conversation happened.me: I know you want to kiss. why can’t you kiss me?she: ...o answer from her.she: I don’t want to kiss you, I feel guilty about this.me: Don’t worry, every thing will be fine, you have done no mistake, he is the one who has left you.she: Only one kiss, right?Me: yesshe gave me a kiss on my cheeks and then here comes the romantic part.After her kiss, I hugged her and even she too hugged me, and I gave a peck on. Therewould be no hiding from my neighbors. They would see me going about asa woman. What would they think? Worse, my oh so realistic fake vaginawas fully functional, so to speak. I was now just as vulnerable to aman's instincts and powerful body as a real woman. God, what had I doneto myself? All because of my stupid desire to cross-dress. I had nodesire to actually be a woman. I just occasionally enjoyed dressing upas one. Well, due to my stupidity, I was now stuck as being one for awhile.I. I withheld further comment and the only other thing that happened in the restaurant was that Angela kept smiling when the waitress was back and Angela told her we'd enjoyed ourselves immensely. "Come if you can," was the last thing she said to the waitress.By then, Angela and I had fallen into one of our typical patterns: she embarks on outrageous conversations with other people while I stand there embarrassed, begging her to stop when I have the chance. We looked a little more around the. Her pussy was smooth and bare of any traces of hair. Her small bubble butt made me want to fondle those luscious ass cheeks. She stepped daintily into the bath sitting down facing me.I blushed as she took my legs and spread them on each side of her. I felt very open and vulnerable as her eyes rested on the vee formed by my outstretched legs. She took some liquid soap and proceeded to wash first one foot then the other. The feeling of her fingers massaging my foot and spreading my toes to wash.