I didn’t want to move from there because I was content just to watch. But she turned, again as if she sensed me standing there. ‘Well hello Mr. Ex...cutive. You look very nice and relaxed this evening. Casual but elegant.’ She moved toward me and I remembered my manners. ‘You look wonderful! Whatever you’ve been doing it really works. I doubt anyone will even remember me once they’ve seen you.’ Her easy laugh was enough to make my breath catch in my throat. How could this woman have changed so. I tried to imagine myself as a woman. To think of it I was never the brutish masculine type at all. Later that night when everyone was asleep, I put on my sisters dress, pantyhose and bra. I stuffed the bra, and donned an old wig off my moms. I applied makeup from sister's kit in the bathroom. Once more I stood before the mirror and I liked what I saw. It needed work but it could be done. The next morning I did some shopping downtown in the gay district. I bought some special items like panties. Ui maaaaaaaaaaaaa mari gaiiii choda na mata dalta rehao mana kaha ha teacher vahi kar reha hu ya sunka teacher bola jaan muje teacher nahi heena darling ya jaan kaho…” mana heena darling aur fer heena bolana sure kardiya tha. Ma pecha say dal reha ta aur vo aga say dekha da rehi thai. Tab mer eka haat unki boobs pay malsa reha ta aur dusar haata unki chut ma chala gaya vo pagal ho kar siska na lagi aur jor jor say choduvana lagi. Fir unho na diwal ka shara chod diya aur uhe kahda rehgi aur mera. You sound really sexy ... I'd love to chat with you on Yahoo Messenger or texts sometime. Add me or text me any time." I thought about it, and it didn't seem enough, so I wrote more about me. About me being bi, about not being experienced, about my secret kink of wanting to suck on a woman's breast until I could really taste her milk. (Oh, I was getting hard just writing about it.) I figured I would not hold back and if she was the one for me, she should know, I was putting it out on the limb.