He started to rub himself on my ass. I kept my eyes closed.” Riya would you unbutton your shirt for me,” he said as he rubbed himself on me. I had...to unbutton it. He raised my hands, so my wrists were on top of my head and took my shirt off. It exposed my light pink bra. The rain fell on my bare skin. He moved his hands to my breasts and massaged them. Although i hated it but anyways i had to do it so i decided to enjoy it. I placed my hands on his as he massaged my boobs. He then removed the. It turned me on so much to see the gender roles reversed like that. It made me feel vulnerable and submissive, just like a woman and I came hard every time.Alas, once I moved to college, it became increasingly difficult to find a girl who would share this fetish with me. I did have a few casual encounters with women I had met on the internet, but none of them ever dressed up in masculine clothing.As I reached the bar, a drag queen approached me and asked me what I would like to drink. I ordered. He was very open-minded, never judging me or shooting me a strange look when I revealed a new fantasy. On one drunken night we revealed our darkest desires to each other. It turned out we had similar interests, although mine were less explored. He eagerly volunteered to show me the ropes of his craft. Anthony was 6'3" and hefty, not fat. He had broad shoulders and strong legs, biceps that I could wrap both of my hands around and my fingers wouldn't touch each other. He made me feel like a nymph. Though small and cramped, it was cozy and familiar. Throughout the day, relatives arrived, all of them bearing food.Everyone who wasn't helping either got out of the way or soon found themselves with a task to complete. It was a finely choreographed dance that everyone seemed to know by heart. After all, they had been gathering like this for as long as anyone could remember.The men were either in front of the television watching football or out in the garage shooting the shit and telling lies.