'None one'sstopping you... Except yourself.' I freeze as I stare through the glassdoors of the studio at the young women milling about inside, and Isu...denly realise just how out of place I am.All of the women are clad identically to me, in pink tights and blackleotards, but fundamentally, I know just how different they really are.They ARE women regardless of how they were born... But I'll always bejust a pretender, a man who likes wearing women's clothing, never truly'one of the girls' not. She took off the blind fold and we decided to go home so we could have fun together.About that time another man walked up to us. He had his cock out and was stroking it. He asked me if he could have a blow job also. I was about to say that we were done when my wife said, “Sure.” I no longer had the blind fold on, but sucked him off anyways. This time I was able to watch the expressions on my wife’s face. She was really enjoying it, and so was I, but I did not tell her that. He came quickly and. "A statement of modern femininity foryour wife. Trust me, Kim... once she discovers what it feels like towear something this elegant, she'll never want to sleep in shorts and atee shirt again."Reluctantly, I took out my credit card and handed it to her. Sheprocessed the payment and handed it back. "Thank you," she smiled. I'dsmile too if I'd just sold a two hundred and eighty two dollarnightgown. Then, as we were leaving and Josie and Emma were promisingto return soon, the woman called to me,. “Very good,” Ms. Betty told me as our lips parted. “Let the kissing build slowly.” We continued to kiss, lips closed, bodies pressed closely together. Out mouths opened and I resisted the urge to slide my tongue inside her mouth. I continued to let her lead me in the kiss, concentrating on keeping them passionate, but controlled. I felt her tongue gently probe at my own as our lips remained locked. Our tongues entwined momentarily before she pulled back. “Phew,” she exclaimed as she breathed.