He knew the truth. I was never much of a man. I wasnever happy in that role. I never felt comfortable hanging out with theguys, talking sports or roug... stuff. I was always hiding behind somethingall my life. Hiding behind my research, hiding behind my intellect,hiding from the truth.Frankie lay there against the bathroom wall staring at nothing. He washaving trouble admitting that he loved the photos and wanted to be thatwoman. He had always fantasized about what it would be like and now hewas. ”“ I love you Martina.”We are done eating as everyone is chatting and having a great time. We ask the waitress for checks and doggie bags. Martina and Marcia decided on a large Italian meat pizza for the three of us. I teased Martina and Marcia that they would be kicked off the cheerleader squad if they kept eating so much and I get an elbow to the ribs, from each side. Martina stands up to head to work at the entrance to the restaurant.“I have to go to work everyone,” Martina says as everyone. It was quite uncomfortable but Gwen pulled upthe cotton and then started pulling down the mesh part over my breasts.There was a strong stretch band at the bottom of it that went under mybreasts. After it was in place, she pulled the cotton top back over itand stepped back. "Go on, try jumping up and down." I felt a bit silly,but did as I was told. I have to admit that she was right - straightawayI could feel the support the mesh panel was giving me and it felt muchmore comfortable than having. Monica was very aware of what I was doing and slowly turned around so I could feast my eyes on her gorgeous booty. I’m starting to feel light headed, like a man when all his blood runs to his dick!Bill is still busy setting up his laptop set up and wasn’t aware of what we girls were up to. Monica whispers to me, “Let’s go ahead and get you undressed.” I hesitate for a second – there’s a man in the room I hardly know - but helpful Monica takes hold of my shirt tail and begins to lift as I.