.it feels....it feels...nice," I said. "Is that what you want to hear?It feels like clouds and lace and floating. It feels ... feminine. I mean, Idon'... have to do it. But if we're being honest, sure, it feels nice."Ginger smiled and nodded."Then why don't you dress up more often, Nick? Some women might care, but Idon't. You know I don't. Some trans women want to dress as much as they can.Don't you?" You know why I can't." The Colonel?" she said, referring to my father. "Yeah, I can see where. " "Now babe, how do they feel?" She asks as she takes her other stockings and slowly slides it up his shaven leg. She fastens it to the garter with a kiss on his nylon thigh. As she puts the other stocking from his package onto him she starts to feel a little strange, but disregards it. "Mmm how are they babe?" "Mmm, Laura. They feel unlike any other hose I've worn!" "Mmm me too." Suddenly without warning she falls on the ground. She watches as her legs pull together. !!!! Michael watches in. They sat, cursive glances watch-ward briefly in check, and he replayed the video. Neon, sweat and hamburgers. An overweight man, picking his nose. Children crying and asking for things they’d been taught to want. Their parent’s, merely older credit-card- carrying caricatures. Each scene was punctuated by a chorus of canned laughter. The city portrayed was as faceless as any other, the same global-franchises with contemporary office-blocks doing their dance of efficiency upon the sepulchres of. Now I did turn to look at him: I was unable to stop myself. He grinned at me with his cock poking out from his fly. He made no attempt to hide it – if anything, he purposefully held it outwards between just his finger and thumb as if wanting to show it off to maximum effect.And it looked absolutely enormous: much bigger than I'd guessed. It was easily as thick as my wrist and about eight inches long, and as far as I could tell it was completely limp!I stared at it wide-eyed and he peered at.