But I’m getting ahead of myself. I love being Fiona and now realize that she is a real part of me --- part of my mind, body and soul. I dress in my ...irl clothes almost daily, usually early in the morning prior to work. I wear panties or a thong beneath my hated boy-togs during the day when I can. I just feel better when I wear them. So now, here I sit in my fave sheer mini-skirt, thong and silk chemise putting down my memories and adventures as a cross-dresser. My nipples are erect, jutting. While he fucked her from behind, Els mind wandered briefly. Her body would not look good in this position. He would see her saggy tit’s hang and flap. Her loose bits would wobble. She was going to have to show this boy how to slow down, not race, start by fucking slowly and build up to a crescendo. Then she felt a warm tingly pressure build within her. Nick was hitting the right spots. El began to focus on the present. Focus on the sensation building inside her. She thought of this young Adonis. You in bed.," and I suddenly remembered her asking about my last period when we talked about my coming to spend the weekend. I had told her that I was having it then, it had just ended yesterday, in fact."Well, you must have just finished your period, so you're safe. Ready?" she asked as she led me down the hall with Jeff just behind and we went into their bedroom.I was trembling, scared crazy about what was happening, then Karen hugged me and said softly, "Bev, I want your first time to be as. . . Our day in Nassau was everything that I had hoped for. You and Chris were just as excited by the sailing as I had hoped that you would be and Atlantis was just as good its reputation said it would be. Once we got the boys fed and settled for their evening we had a fabulous dinner at Palo’s. You were the envy of all as we walked into the restaurant. Even though we were amongst the best dressed there we didn’t feel at all out of place. I was such a clutz though. I dropped my napkin.