When I got back to quarters there was a phone message in my mailbox at the front desk that read, “I’ll pick you up at 3:00 pm on Friday. Pack a fe... things, your razor, and your toothbrush. We will be away ‘til Sunday evening, Colette.”Holding my backpack, I stood in front of my residence hall. It was still warm, so I put in a pair of shorts and an extra t-shirt, a couple of pairs of underwear and socks. I took my DOP kit. Colette would be taking me to her cottage at Bourne on the Water in the. This and that. We had a couple more drinks and she said, "You want to come over to my house?" Sounds good to me," I agreed.We finished our drinks and got up and headed for the door. We left and I started to look around for a car, but she said, "I live at the apartment, and walk, less chance of getting a DUI." Smart girl," I said.She took my hand and we started walking to the corner to cross the street. "Hey," she said pulling my arm close to her body. "I need to tell you something and don’t get. My fantasies were not about having a sexual affair, but centered on being projected into their image as women. I didn't just want to wear their clothes, I wanted to look as good as they did in them. I would stare at my executive assistant, Sally, as she sat before me in my office wearing highly attractive outfits, to the point of distraction. I would fantasize about sitting in her chair, in her clothes, being her secretary. I have had cross-dressing fantasies such as this since my early. You start to breath harder as my fingertips lightly moving up and down on the under side of your pulsing dick, and then move to the soft area at the base of your shaft. You bend down, breathing in the apple scent of my newest shampoo in my soft hair and kiss the top of my head for being such a good girl. You even murmur it out loud, telling me I'm a very good girl. You know that calling me this is my breaking point and I begin to lick further down your chest and slowly go down, leaving a hot.