I walked up to Tyler and I could see fear in his eyes.“Lick the sweat off the world’s biggest pecs.” I commanded.Tyler’s jaw dropped and he lo...ked around nervously. “What?”“You heard me. Lick the fucking sweat off these freaky pecs.”“Right here? In front of everyone? No!” He said.“Did it sound like I was asking little man!” I said loudly. I placed one huge hand around Tyler’s thick neck and pulled his head towards me. I could feel him resisting but I outmuscled him. I slammed his head into my. I pull on my nice tight red one piece miniskirt and slip into some sexy black 6 inch heels. I apply the foundation to match my skin, the eye liner to match my eyes and a nice bright red lipstick. Now I am ready. The transformation from man to woman. Looking like a natural woman, I park my car at the reserve and text him to let him know I’m here. It’s midnight and dark so I dont want to be on my own for too long. I get a reply “Walk into the public toilets, go inside the last cubicle and lock. We was in a little fight," I said. "Left four bodies back yonder, an' two a'them's hers. She's a damn good shot." She can whack off her hair, get another dress, different color," said the captain. "Put on an accent if she needs to, pretend to limp, whaever's needed." It's dangerous," I said to her."I understand," she said. "I'll give it a try. How do I get in and out?" Can you read and write?" the captain asked.Mercy shook her head."Then you'll have to memorize things. Every Wednesday you can. It’s the magical hands and technique that will relax the body. I want to tell everyone who thinks only a muscular body can give you pleasure. Giving pleasure is an art and everyone won’t have that.So this widow lady’s name will be changed in the story as she doesn’t want to reveal true identity. She had asked me to name her as Riya. So after mailing for one whole month. She was ready to meet. She mentioned a café in her office locality. She was hiding her identity as a man until I met her in.