Sally took the view that I should go the whole way for a few days just totry it. She said that I could simply put on a bra and some lipstick andcall ...yself a girl, but that in order to do the job properly I should gofrom being a man's man to become a woman's woman. I could always drop theultra-feminine trappings later, as she had done. She said that as atranssexual she had started by going over the top, but she had now temperedher style to blend in. She told me that she now never thought. He’d suffered so much. Yes, she had to think. And more, she had to tell the man, whatever it was that she decided when she got done thinking.She smiled her welcome. “Right on time, a girl always loves it when her man is on time; it shows he is anxious to be with her,” she said.“Anxious would be an understatement,” I said.“Let’s eat. I spent half the day cooking it,” she said.“Well, good, I need you to practice for the future,” I said. She gave me a look.We were just finishing up the pot roast. I was pretty pleased with her getup. She had told me that she had never been naked in public. The one time that we had visited a clothing optional establishment before she had mentioned a fear of things showing up on the internet. Right about then a crew with professional cameras had shown up and that had been the end of that.Just as she was pulling her t-shirt over her head the guy from West Virginia strolled up. He asked if it was okay if he joined us and we said sure. I figured that she was. “I don’t,” she said. “Stop asking questions and kiss me.”She kissed him first instead. Bizarrely, he was expecting it to be like biting into one of her cookies, but of course it wasn’t. Her kiss was warm and wet, and as he eased into it she turned on his lap and straddled him with her thighs open. Herb’s hard-on bulged against the flap of his boxers, like it was trying to get up and go for a walk without him. He put his arms around her and she wriggled, a hot little bundle that could keep both.