" Yes, you are", he interrupted. "I am not", I retorted."Don't fool yourself", he said almost as if he was angry. And his face went rigid and the look...was almost beastlike. I recognised that look from yesterday, but then it had been on the Wilijies I had fought."I'm sorry. I did not intend to scare you." It's okay. I guess I was unprepared for that..." So you know what I am then?" His face now became soft; his features were so beautiful that I got tears in my eyes. I could not believe that he. "Want the panty off, too?", she asked. I nodded, and soon she was naked except for the red pearl necklace. "What do you want me to wear sweetie?", she asked. "Wait....I have an idea....be right back," she said. In a minute whe walked back into the room wearing an extremely shiny and short white half slip with a band of lace at the bottom which I had never seen, and a pair of bright pink high heels pumps with open toes. "These are Connie's old things...thought you might like to see me in them,". I looked around my bedroom, bewildered by the bizarresensation that it'd been repainted and refurnished only it hadn't.Everything felt like that. At once intimately familiar yet somehow alienand out of place.Like -- me...Get a grip, man! Get a grip!Man??Oh My God...My face buried in my slim hands which were still shaking then I looked inthe mirror at my pale awed face.Jesus Christ...I remember.Everything.Once being Alexander Summers.No, not 'Once'.AM!Yes...yes!I'm back -- totally!God!The last. It is this feeling that makes me feelextremely priveleged to be a tranny. After all, we are the only ones whowill ever know that exquisite sensation of a rock hard cock straininginside some pretty, femininie panties. My excitement grew and grew as Iimagined the walk ahead of me. I took a few small steps and could hear myheels clicking on the hard wooden floor outside the door. This was thesound I had dreamed of making since being a small child, the sound I heardwhenever I saw pretty women.