I licked my lips as my eyes drifted from his bottom to his left hand. Not my type after all, letting my eyes shift to the sparkling blue water, anxiou... now to get to my room and luggage to change. My eyes caught the site of a man and a woman into a room up ahead, the woman was homely and I didn’t look at her twice, but that man was worth a look. My attendant, Scott I think his name was, stopped at the door next to the couple, I smiled briefly at him and went to step in the door, pausing to look. ."Who would know?" she said.I met her eyes, part of my routine: I must look into the eye of the personselling me whatever item of womenswear I was intent on at that moment. Shesmiled again, with such warmth, such compassion and empathy I wondered ifshe were transgendered too. Only once before had I been open about who Iwas buying for - while purchasing a pair of black, stiletto heeled courtshoes that took my eye in a Southampton department store maybe six yearsago. The sales assistant, a plain. You've gotten the wrong idea about me. And it's my fault. I'm not like that." You were 'like that, ' the first time I saw you." I know. You think I was teasing you. I guess I was. But -- it wasn't supposed to be like that! It was just a game! I was wrong to tease you, but... you have to understand, I didn't mean anything by it... I didn't mean to provoke you, or to get you to followme... Please..." My dear young woman, you don't have to be afraid of me," Phelps said in a cultured, reassuring. I complimented that with some black lace suspenders and black sheer pull up stockings. Over that I wore some tight blue yoga pants and a black hoodie. It was feminine but subtle enough to pass while I walked out the door and the excitment of knowing what I had underneath, with all the nylon and lace rubbing against my body was almost too much to bare. I couldn't wait for the boys to take it off me. I put a little make up in my backpack to apply on our drive and then was ready to see what the.