Icleaned up and went shopping. Stopping by Wal-mart for some of theitems, and a sex shop for others, I acquired a full range of items formy transforma...ion. She might have left me, but she left the creditcard. I had played online with making slut my occupation and had somecontacts to make this a career choice. Being drug-free meant I couldkeep all my earnings, so I planned carefully.A full bath with baby oils added to soften my skin was followed with myfirst full shave. I often thought of this. The name Honey really didn’t mean anything to me. It didn’t feel like MY name. My cousin told me she could be Cheyenne in the strip club and separate her Angie persona from the things she did as Cheyenne. She told me the name allowed her to take on new personality traits and behaviors while she was at the club and she used that to get over her shyness.Honey was just a random name given to me by some cheesy DJ. It didn’t feel like my name at all. I did have blonde hair and I was extremely sticky. Her moans increased…I pulled down her dress… wow she was really milky white and looking sexy in her red color bra and panties…I removed her bra… and her boobs were really great…soft and firm….I swirled my finger over her nipples… she moaned with pleasure and she held my hand tight signaling she want me to press it hard….I started squeezing her boobs…she was in real ecstasy….her hand started pressing my dick..I couldn’t bear the pain as it wanted to come out of my pants…then I turned her around. I was actually quite impressed with Andy; he wanted to become an ER doctor. Anyway, I found out that we both had a lot in common. Everything was going so well—until we pulled into the town's Exxon gas station. Andy flashed me a smile as he got out to fill the tank. Just then, my cell phone rang. It was from a private number. At first I didn't want to pick up, but after several rings, I just had to answer. There was just heavy breathing at first, but then a man came on the phone and said, "If.