I undid the corset and, as my tits popped out, I realised I hadn’t shown them off before—at least not to either of these two. I wriggled into the ...ini-dress and asked them how I looked. “Splendid.” “Fucking brilliant.” they replied. I gave them a variety of poses in this new outfit—still wearing the latex stockings and my black patent boots. My nipples were sticking out again—I could feel them poking out of the fishnet material of the dress. They seemed to particularly like it when I crouched. The realSusan would never understand my true feelings. Fictional Susan was purefantasy. Real Susan could be a vindictive bitch. And she was hardly awife anymore anyway. We never made love, and my TG fantasies were sostrong now, I wasn't even sure I could sustain an erection with her if Idid initiate sex. Doesn't she deserve a real man, a husband whoperforms all of his duties the way I once could?I thought more about my fantasy life. I masturbated whenever my wifewas out of the house for. “Not only that,” continued the golfer, “my handwriting has improved, I’ve learned how to sew my own clothes and I’ve even taken up painting landscapes in watercolors.”“That’s unbelievable!” said the surgeon, “I’m so glad to hear the transplant was such a great success. Are you having any side effects?”“Well, just two, said the golfer, “I have trouble parallel parking, and every time I get an erection I also get a headache.This again is compliments of Smokey Joe And who said this wasn’t an. Bianca was an incredible dancer and the black dress looked very sexy on her. She had done her make-up with dark eye shadow and darker shade of red lipstick, which gave her an older, more sexually aggressive look. Bianca really liked it that John was not uptight and would dance with her friends. He also let her cruise around the club without getting weird like some guys. As the night wore on, however, Bianca and John mainly danced with each other. As midnight passed and the evening got later.