We just seemed to hit it off immediately.Shared interests, common passions.We were both the same age and had both tumbled head first intocrossdressing...exploration. Our teenage experiences ran in tandem with thesame dressing up experiences. She had never really beat the bug though,and while I meandered through a wasteland of empty, meaningless yearswithout crossdressing, she kept coming back to it, eventually delvinginto it with a commitment and determination I now knew so well.Our lives. " "Jerome I told you I would not do that, you don't have to admit it because I know, That's all that I need." "You're just a Black Cock Whore! you know that." "Jerome thats uncalled for after....." he cut me off. "After you willingly fell on your back and let me deposit my seed." "Jerome you made me into what I am right now, treating me like a whore, I just can't help what you do to me," I started to cry. "I didn't make you a whore," he said "I just brought out the real you and it shows.". Mostly because this one move of Zoey fucking hugging Jon scrambled my damn brain.She climbed off him and Jon wiggled his eyebrows in quiet celebration, telling me wordlessly to check his girl out.His girl? Whatever."Zoey," Jon began, "I'd like you to meet my fr..." ... Oh, no need for introductions," she said, smiling widely at me. "We've met."Quietly, and slowly, she moved in to kiss me on my "cheek." I use the word "cheek" loosely, since she planted her bright pink lips a half-inch away from. " A pleasure to meet you," I said."I remember you," Rachael responded. "From Roosevelt High, right?" That's right." I knew she looked familiar."Hey, Rachael," Priscilla said. "Are the girls at that high school you went to a bunch of lesbians?" Of course not. The majority of us were straight as far as I know. Why do you ask a question like that?" Well, it seems that Max couldn't get a date with a girl at that school on a dare." I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I felt like.