They didn’t know that I cross dressed as often as I could and so instead of being embarrassed I was actually quite aroused by the idea.I went home t...at night with stockings, suspenders, bra, knickers and shoes belonging to the girl whose house we were in at the time. I couldn’t have her blouse, skirt or blazer because she would need them and didn’t have a spare and so another girl promised to bring her spare clothes the next day together with a long haired wig for me to wear.I went to the. ...............................................................The minutes quickly ticked by, before I knew it the clock on the wall hadmade it's way to 7.10pm, the evening sunshine had dwindled & it hadstarted to get dark.I couldn't believe what I was doing. Of course, I had dressed all my lifeand had long dreamed of this kind of experience, but here I was and it wasactually happening to me right now. I had recently turned 24 years old, myadult male life could best be described as 'largely. Standing there exposed, my breast, there so close in front of you but still covered by my black bra. Kissing that sweet spot between my breast. Your hands reach out behind my back to release the clasp. As you do you lean slightly back so you can watch as you slide my bra off of my shoulders. exposing my breast for you. You can not resist and take my breast in your hands. Holding them firm, but not tight. You lean in kissing down my breast until you reach my nipple. Your lips wrap around and you. She took both his hands in hers and said, "The name Eve won't workanymore. It's a bit chaste for what I'm seeing. How about... Eva?" Sheanswered for him with, "Yes, that's just right. Now let's get you backhome to my bedroom so you can eat as much as you want. Or rather, as muchas I want. You make a really yummy little lezzie, Eva." Feelingoverwhelmed, he followed his BBW wife out of the shop.******She allowed him a month to settle into his latest identity. He became hertotal bed slave,.