EpilogueWriting these stories allows me to live out fantasies vicariously that I never had a chance to experience in the real world. Although they ar... 90% fantasy there are elements of real life intertwined throughout starting with how this particular story begins. I do, on occasion jack off in my SUV after doing grocery runs and I usually have to take a roundabout way home because at times it does take a while to get myself off. Car orgasms are very hot and always make me cry out loud in. Why? I asked myself, did I let her talk me into this? But,every time I looked in the mirror I knew why. I liked what I saw.Seeing myself as a woman and liking what I saw was something thatsimply happened, not like before when Janet and I did it. When Janethelped me get dressed as a female it was on a lark. This was entirelydifferent, and I knew it.Cheryl and I picked out plenty of panties in my new size, plus jeans,slacks, and shorts. On the way home I finally admitted to myself thatI was going. She dried and wrapped herself with a swimming towel. We went to the dinning table, geetha had arranged a wonderful course of lunch, we were quite hungry and started to eat, Geetha pulled the curtains of the window to give us more light, What a sight indeed, The complete sea in front of us, Our personal beach and the lagoon. It looked like a horse shoe. Now I knew how aunty maintained a figure like this. She used to swim for long periods. We decided to do that after lunch and some rest. By about. The one who cared about her feelings. He wasn’t gone. He just took a night off when influenced by alcohol, drugs, and a shitty former best friend. He looked miserable. But she was not about to let him off the hook that easily.“You called me a bitch,” she said, the hurt feelings evident in her voice. “In all our arguments or misunderstandings since I’ve known you, you’ve never called me any derogatory name. You stabbed me in the heart with that one, Chad. I could have been a bitch last night. I.