We have to get naked again downstairs anyway)We got up with a kiss. I put on my shorts and T-shirt. She put on her blouse and sari without any underga...ments. I helped her button her blouse and she sprayed a good smelling perfume on us.We walked down to her apartment. She rang the bell and Reena opened the door almost immediately. She had put on a very tight black sleeveless T-shirt. The outline of her bra was clearly visible against the strain of her fabric. She had worn an equally tight denim. Reaching for a towel, I glanced at the robe Misha had left me. It was a woman’s, dark blue silk with Japanese writing silk-screened onto it. I dried off and pulled the robe off the hook. It would be a short fit on my frame but it would cover the important parts. Barely. I slipped it on and immediately felt a strange tingle. The robe’s silky feel against my freshly scrubbed skin, combined with the slight smell of perfume, was undeniably erotic. My cock began to fill with blood, and within. Named after Dr. HarryBenjamin, they are a source of consternation and comfort for transsexuals.To be brief, they require a transsexual to have at least three months ofpsychotherapy before starting hormone replacement therapy - knowncolloquially as HRT.Typically, HRT is done with an endocrinologist. Endocrinology is among thenewest sciences. After sex hormones were discovered in the twenties,greater understanding came about that, that virtually all the differencesin men and women are as a result. "You really care for her, don't you?" I do. She's a sweet girl."Devin laughed. "She's pretty hot too." Yeah, Rogesh. She's a little hottie," agreed Rachel, saying it to Rogesh, but giving Devin a smoldering look.Devin's eyes grew wide. "Damn Baby!" What, baby?" she asked innocently."You just looked like you wanted her more than I do."Rachel grinned at him. "Would you like that Dev? Would you like to watch me kissing her?" C'mon Rach..."Rachel looked back at Rogesh and saw the young Indian man.