"I mean you really dress up nice." Silence. "I figured we might talk a little, maybe get to know each other." Finally she spoke. "You're a nice lookin... man, and you seem sincere. You DO know that I'm a man too, right?" The ice was broken. "Yes, I know that you're man too. But I mean it when I say that you're pretty. I've always had a thing for crossdressing, and I'm not uncomfortable to say it." She grinned and replied "I come to Vegas twice a year to escape. I work in the post office in. .. not being around all the time?" Jesus, dad," he spat, rolling his eyes. "Not everything is about you. It just feels... I don't know... right."Suddenly, I was standing up and moved in front of my son, towering over him. Well, 'her' really wasn't it. My hand reached down and fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at me, a snarl showing on my face. I could see a hint of fear in her face and something else, something I knew was as wrong as she did. Her skin felt good. I was pretty happy with the my body was changing. I had hair on my balls and was shooting what I thought was big loads when I stroked my cock. I was having much fun with this as I pretended I was fucking different women from my neighborhood. The bank lady, mom's friends, the lady at the store. I fucked them all in my mind even though I had never seen a real pussy much less had my cock in one. Norma and her husband lived down the street form me and had for many years. But they had recently. .guess I get to teach you...mmm bet that pussy is tight!” Cecil said, standing over her. He reached out and pinched her nipple, hard, and she squealed in pain. He began twisting both nipples, one in each black palm, and although she seemed slightly aroused, her expression was stricken. He reached down, pleased to find that she was shaved clean. He always preferred a girl who was hairless. He mounted her, biting down on her neck so hard blood leaked out, causing her to scream. Her father, still.