To her, she was Mittens the Kitten.Then she was Missy the Sissy. She was never Marcus the gender outlaw.That was good.There wasn't room enough for all...of them in bed.***Gabby was hers now. She moved through the apartment in her maid's dress,offering each guest a curtsy, flirting with the men, smiling at thewomen.Her makeup was flawless. Her nails were perfect.Cat watched her move, happily. Gabby had taken to all of this soquickly. Often, it took a month before a sissy surrendered her rear,. I looked over at her and put my arm around her waist. It felt so comfortable there. She looked over at me and the timing felt perfect. I leaned forward, going in the 90% that they talked about in Hitch. It worked. She came forward that last 10% with a small smile on her lips and we had our first kiss. It felt so good. She had the kind of lips I'd been dreaming about my whole life. They felt so soft and welcoming. There was nothing else in the world but the feel of her lips on mine at that. Then I tugged on the boa and Megan's bare breasts flashed into view! The photographer gaped, but snapped the picture before Megan could react! The bystanders applauded as Megan gave me an evil grin and disappeared behind to curtain to dress! Back on the street, Megan looked at the picture. Seeing her stocking clad legs and bare breasts, she actually giggled and asked if I wanted to do it again! I didn't quite understand, but readily agreed as we returned to the Irish bar.It was still early and. I turned to the platters and I began filling my plate with everything I figured I would eat and waited for Amenthia to do the same. As another platter arrived with fish, I had not realized just how hungry I was and found myself taking some of the fish as well. A server placed a silver goblet in front of me, filled with what looked to be a wine of some sort, and I glanced over at Amenthia, who nodded, before I bought the cup to my lips. I took a sip, it was fruity, like fruit punch, but you.