Now mind you, it was 1956. It was a period of time which people were discovering new and different things. However, wasn’t that the way it is almost...every year and decade? It is but to her and many, many others it was a new and enlightening experience she would never forget ever. “Yes?” she said in her quiet and reserved tone of voice. “I adored your smile,” he went on to say. “Your eyes, they light up your face,” he added. “Can I talk to you about that? I mean, like after work. I’ll buy dinner. "Jack!" Jan yelled out."Over here!"I reappeared a moment later. My nieces were stirring also. I dropped the wood on the beach half way between the jungle and the ocean."It's a great day to be alive!" I said cheerily."No, it's not," said Amy."Yes, it is," said Jan. "Uncle Jack rescued us all. You should be appreciative." It was his stupid boat that put us here." Amy!" Jan said angrily."It's okay," I butted in. "My stupid boat did put us here. I don't know what happened. Could you hand me my. After that I introduced my buttplug and now here I am, sitting in front of the computer, with an object inside my anus, with my black sports shoes, my black body and my black and white painted nails. I write, or rather, I remember that time, that night, that occasion when for the first time a man made me feel like a woman.I was a teenager and my hormones were out of control. I had started to cross-dress years ago. Over time I learned to do it very well. My parents, of course, did not approve of. His careful manscaping showed off his attributes beautifully. And yes, I knew I was staring but couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away!Before my awkward silence could become truly uncomfortable (or perhaps not) I managed to stammer, “Sunscreen, uh, sure, yeah. No problem. It’s, you know, a full bottle, so feel free.” I passed him the bottle, which he took from my shaking hand, thanking me and telling me his name; Adam.I knew that on a nude beach we were all supposed to act like it was totally.