Quickly Mitch and another attendant were up on the stage. The new helper was also in a STAFF t-shirt, but he had nothing on below that except for a pa...r of high heels. He looked like the younger brother of the twink at the front desk with his styled blond hair, but more make-up, including prominent swirls of eye shadow. As Mitch set down a bucket and helped Wade stand, the other guy started toweling Wade’s feet and legs off so he could step out of the pool without dripping piss all over. He led. I moved my free hand down Amber’s stomach and to her left thigh. I began to stroke and rub along the inside of her thigh then my hand reached for her vagina and began to part her soft cunt lips."You know this doesn’t have to be a bad first time," I whispered . "I can show you how to like it." I began to stroke her clit and finger her cunt at the same time. Amber could barely breathe through my vice-like grip on her throat and all she could think about was the terror and pain of that first. ...**********************Notes:Two things I've never done here before are write a story of cross-dressing rather than physical transformation, and write a serial. Thefirst was because cross-dressing really doesn't interest me, and thesecond because all too many writers here launch into interminable'serials' that they make up as they go along with no idea as to whattheir ending is. Yet here I am doing both. Why?Some time back I read an article online about military cross-dressingduring wartime. "I don't care what you need to do Aspon," Deia spoke to her most trusted and senior aide. "You find out how this happened. Find out how that vile scum was offered a position in the Union and you find out who buried their petition in a totally unrelated Appropriations Bill. Olalla didn't work alone on this of that you can be sure."The man nodded quickly. "I will see to it Prime Minister. The Senators and Delegations are demanding to know why the Acceptance Ceremony is not taking place Deia. What.