I'm done up like the female victim of a car crash and somepsychotherapist is trying to tell me that I'm imagining that my wife ismy wife. Meanwhile so...e Nigerian Prince is trying to kill me and Ican't help thinking it's all like a sex story I once enjoyed about aman getting transformed into a woman. Yes, I like those stories, butthey're never going to come true! Still I only had my dress and heelsby my bed and was still in women's underwear, so something was goingon. And then I put the dress,. I liked to feel desired and sexy by other men, even though not interested in 'doing anything' about it with anyone other than you, my husband.At the party I met a pretty young lady and we started talking. She mentioned the magazine that I had read and even mentioned that article about the pictures. I asked her if she knew of any photographers who did boudoir shots. She didn't but said that she would ask around and find out if anyone knew of one before the end of the party.Later she told me that. Yes? she said. i have had a mega ultra crush on you for a long time now. no way i have to she said. at that moment she put her leg down and he stood up. they embraced in a tight hug and then pulled away and started to kiss. she was not very good though and neither was he. he had a little experience but was homeschooled and didnt get out much. in fact mary kate was the only girl he had ever done anything with. and here he was standing in her bathroom with her naked and him making out with her.. .. her age... her statistics (five-one, ninety-five, thirty-four, twenty-two, thirty-one)... the state of her virginity (no questions asked as to its loss) her general knowledge of the Bare-Stud-Cats purpose... Then began the ordeal of initiation. First she was asked to show them the soles of her boots, which she did. The ridged rubber soles belonged to the only boots she possessed, shiny black fur-lined leather that fitted snugly to just below her knees without benefit of zipper, the tops.