The building was nothing special and looked like any roadside diner you see, but all the windows were blacked out. They all walked in, paid their mone... and were given a raffle ticket. “What’s this for” Dave asked. “You’ll find out soon”Inside there was a stage with tables and chairs set out looking towards the stage and a bar at the back. It looked like a local theatre or comedy club, that sort of thing. They all took their seats and the room soon filled up, every chair taken up by mostly local. Putting that on would be making a statement – crossing another line. I felt like I would be saying, I want to be a girl – please treat me like one! Or maybe that was just my subconscious, playing tricks with me again?I wasn’t sure why I was so keen to dress like a girl. Or why it made me feel so excited. I only knew that it felt really good, and that my insides seemed all topsy-turvy, making me feel things I’d never felt before.Nor was I sure whether it was just because they were girl’s. I went towards the shower area first. There were six shower heads and we usually showered en masse. As I walked I heard Jenny say behind me, “Nice colour.” I turned around and saw Jenny was rubbing her bottom but smiling. It was a friendly smile I thought. “How are you feeling?” Jenny asked. “My bottom is stinging,” I replied flatly but then as Jenny was still giving me a friendly smile I relented and smiled back. Jenny switched on her shower, looked at me, and said, “I quite often masturbate. He then licked the gusset of the panties and groaned.“You like that?” I asked“I can taste Jane’s pussy”“I bet you’d like to taste it for real.”“Fuck yes, I would”“Which are your favourite panties?”He selected the pink lacey pair that she had been wearing at the beginning of his last visit.“Put them on” I instructed.He hesitated, but did as I asked.God, I so wanted to get my cock out and wank off with him over Jane’s underwear, but I thought that would creep him out too much, so I resisted.He.