" It was a one-word confession, said with such utter simplicitythat Diane and Jerry knew, the instant they'd heard it, that their "son"was, indeed, a...transvestite."You don't have anything else to, uh, share with us, do you, Denise?"Jerry asked."Like what?" Denise asked."You're not, uh, gay, are you?"Denise blushed. "No, Dad!" Most transvestites aren't, Mr. Spencer. It's possible Denise is not." I'm not!" Denise insisted.The sitter sighed. "Of course, it's possible that she is, too." I am. She said, "I want one too."I gave her a hug and then Lisa got one as well. I put on my basketball clothes and all three girls abandoned me for better food than the cafeteria. I called Michelle later that night and told her the story. She was going to try to help Lisa in the darkroom the next day. She seemed to be collecting quite a few interesting negatives that needed to be developed.Shannon stopped by the next day on her way to clean the apartment upstairs. She told me that she had fun with. He got me over the table and lifted my skirt and that was it. Gave me a right good fucking I’ll tell you. Afterwards we had a drink and then it was up to bed and guess what? Yes, he fucked me again. We lay awake and talked for a while (I’ll tell you about that later) and then we fucked again before we slept. He woke me early in the morning. It was dark so I guess it was about four or five o’clock. He slipped his cock into me from behind while I lay on my side and did me again. I awoke again. They didn't but the wait for her vehicle dragged on forever in her mind. When she was handed her keys she opened her bag to pay before remembering it was free for her; almost. She went to the salon and redeemed the coupon Marisa had given her. As her pussy was painfully made baby smooth she wrapped her mind around the predicament she has gotten into. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. The idea of being blackmailed into having sex with the older man was exciting her more.