Fortunately the changing room was empty.It was odd how hard it was to get my sports bra on but I eventuallymanaged to get it over my head and straight...n my bra straps. Although Idid not have much of a chest to fill my bra, it fitted tightly around mychest and when I put my yoga pants on I realised how much they emphasisemy masculinity in a class full of women.I went out to the reception."Don't worry, you aren't the first man to do a class dressed like this,"smiled Nas. "The secret is to tuck. It would shudder through her. She would ride that wave right to her ecstatic bliss, gasping and moaning, crying out for all the world to hear as she milked my cock, eager for my futa-cum to breed her.My ovaries clenched. They were eager to unleash more of my cum. In nine months, Japan would be awash in my futa-daughters. They loved futanari here. They had an entire genre about women growing dicks before I ever appeared. Now they wrote them about me. I saw so many comics, and even an Anime on. He slowly peeled the seam off ofthe blue-skinned back of the disguised Greznog, finally pulling the bump-like tab at her neck free with a soft 'pop'. Errol stared at the looseseam dangling from his hand, almost not believing the magic had worked."W-what happened?" the draenei asked, turning around with a quizzicalexpression. "My back itches."Errol quickly flung the zipper into a sewer grate, and smiled."Oh nothing, my dear. Now, I know you did a bad thing here, but I thinkthere's a very good. While I had toovercome the intial trepidation of openly admitting to the proprietor thatI was a life long crossdresser I quickly determined that she was entirelyaccepting and moreover encouraging. Over the next few hours my look waspolished to the enth degree and she achieved a degree of realism I hadnever been able to achieve on my own. Being fully dressed, made up andcoiffed I looked and felt absolutely female, entirely passable, andjubilantly content. When you cross that line denial.