I began by nearly putting my foot in my mouth.“Please don’t take this the wrong way, Tran,” I said, “but your English is excellent.”“Oh, I...��m not insulted,” she said, smiling. “I take it as a compliment. My parents knew that there would be no future for me in Nha Trang and made sure I received the best education possible, first at a local convent school, then as conditions worsened they sent me to the city to live with relatives here.“What about you, Daniel? What brings you to our country?”I had. It had a v neck and whilst there weresleeves, it was sort of shoulderless between the top of the sleeves andthe neck part of it. I was excited about wearing a different kind ofdress to the dresses I had been used to.One of the first things Zazie said to me was, "I thought I was anordinary heterosexual girl, until I met you."I knew then that I had to let her in on my little secret. "Do you knowwhat cisgender means?" I asked her.She didn't and it took her a few moments to get what I told. None of the boys and young men (who truly were boys) had ever done this, and she decided she liked this. Being under His control meant also being under His protection. As she lay there snuggled with her lover, her mind was both shutting down, and racing all at once. ‘WHY do I like this?’ she asked herself, ‘and HOW do I hit that orgasm level again?’ She knew she couldn’t have a real relationship with a man that was 3x her age, but she pushed that out of her mind. He was lightly sleeping. A first for me. With a little styling she was done. Then the make up. My eyes, lips and cheeks. After about thirty minutes she was done. "Ok, time for the big revel" Amanda said. They turned me around to face to mirror. I took one look and my mouth dropped open. I was speechless, I knew it was me but it didn't look like me. The hair, eyeshadow, lip stick. I went from the farm girl look to a porn star look. "Well?" Amanda asked, "What ya think " The room was silent, no sound but the muffled.