Why was I hesitating? This is what I desired right? Earlier I had spent time getting ready over at my friend Courtney's house. She was a hairdresser a...d also did makeup. She knew what she was doing when it came to making a guy look like a woman. I had been on female hormones for 4 yrs. They had caused my breasts to grow to a 38C size. I had pretty much stopped growing body hair and my balls and penis had shrunk so much they didn't really function. I took a shower at Courtney's. I was in pretty. She refused to look at her watch, to make such a concession to Cliff’s certainty. Instead she searched for the weakness, for that vulnerability in the steel, the wire, the circuitry, the circumstances that held her prisoner here on this siding while her life ebbed into frustration. Only in the slight compression of her lips, and in the delicate flare of her nostrils might one read the intensity of her effort for she was calm, with that calmness that comes with determination…that calmness in. She walked up to him, ready to let him know how shitty and not to mention dangerous it was to leave her alone in an alley way. “You smell of our sex. And I want to fuck you again, standing up, against the wall. I want to fuck you from behind and come inside you. Lift up that dress of yours.” Like a good whore, she stood in front of him, her dress up, no panties. When he stood up to unbutton his pants she licked off a dribble of whiskey from his mouth. His eyes shone with desire, spilling out. An hour later, I pushed Elaine into the shower in our hotel room and scrubbed her from head to toe. I was surprised she hadn't thrown up, but when I went over it in my mind, unless she had managed drinks I didn't observe, she really hadn't had that much. When I came out of the bathroom, she was sprawled naked on her stomach. Carefully placed in the middle of her back was a condom package and a tube of lube."You should probably teach me a lesson about respecting my date and my cónyuge," she.