”Becky Finklestein was sitting at a table behind a stack of books, wearing a bright green track suit with her hair up in pigtails. The track suit wa... way too big for her or anyone else probably, but now that I had seen her body, I could detect the bulge of her shoulders under the nylon. I decided to take the high road. She was probably intimidated by me, so I tried to be nice and make friends. “Are you reading some kind of weightlifting book?” I asked.“As you may recall, I already know how to. "WE WANT TO DO IT, EVEN IF IT KILLS US" It really has become that important" agreed Gwendoline. "We just couldn't live with ourselves if we didn't see this thing through right to the end. Though it seems to be gettingharder all the time." What a great couple! Get out of the cab and into the back, where you won't be seen. I'm going to drive to a transport cafe and get something to eat. I'll bring you two a few morsels to warm you up for the day - never fear!"Half an hour later, in another layby,. We finished our coffee and went to shower, Emma stepped in and I followed. As we soaped each other, we both quickly became aroused, I was back into heaven, naked, showering with a she-male, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen and her cock was sticking out and against my hard member. We began to work the soap into each others holes using our fingers, gradually increasing the depth, I could feel myself welling up and almost without warning, I shot my semen all over Emma’s cock. As. I also discovered that I had strong transsexual feelings although I didn't have any idea what to call them. I loved to dress in corsets, girdles and bras and imagined myself as a woman. The sight of breasts on my chest sent shivers all up and down me. I wanted to wear women's underwear and feel it hold and confine my body and to have breasts. The idea of actually becoming a woman was an impossible dream in the 40s and 50s but it didn't stop me from wishing to become a woman. My ultimate dream.