“This really is Taylor’s butt plug. It's not mine. I bought it for her.”“Oh. Sorry. I thought you were k**ding me.”“No,” Abby said with ... smile. “But I might get her something else. It feels kind of weird giving it to her now.”“Yeah. Maybe not the best idea,” I said with a smile of my own.“Well. I’ve kinda grown attached to it. It kind of feels good in there. You wanna show me how?”“How to do do what?” I asked.“Really?” Abby said with a smirk.“Oh, how to do anal. Sorry. Sometimes I just miss. Mr. Whitman greeted her with a hug."So?" Mrs. Whitman said in a whisper, "How are things workingout?" Very, very good," Mrs. Sarmah grinned, "Taking your clotheswill be the last thing on his mind now. I keep him very busy, and veryfrightened that I will tell you about his odd behavior." Ohhh," Mrs. Whitman sighed, taking Rita's hands in hers andlooking into her eyes, "I don't know how to thank you. Thank you SO MUCHfor doing this."Mrs. Whitman kissed the knuckles on Rita's hands."It is my. His nearly hairless legsmet the floor at 3 inch silver sandal heels, showing off his new pedicure,matching his fingernails above, which he folded sheepishly at center. Hisnatural blonde hair matched seamlessly to his new extensions, which thegirls had so elegantly braided like a crown behind his long, slightly wavyhair falling down past his shoulders. But Cam's makeup stole the show! Hisbright blue eyes were lined with a serious cat eye wing and his dark lashesbarely concealed a glittery silver. I guess I always have sincewe were boys. Do you suppose I became a transvestite because of asecret need to please you?" That could be, Wendell honey. Then again, you probably needed to be amale woman in any case, because you are such a vaginal, effeminatesissy boy. And, I mean that as the ultimate compliment, my sweet cross-dressing girlie boy! I love seeing you cross-dressed my sweet boywoman. You turn me on so not because you can 'pass,' which you can't,but you turn me on so because you can't.