I’m not used to wearing underwear in the house. Or clothes for that matter,” she says giggling. “It’s okay… I… I don’t mind…” I tell...her. “Well you’re sweet and I’m relieved your so open minded about all if this. I was afraid you’d be put off by me being transgender. I thought for sure you inherited mom and dad’s phobias.” She rests her arm around me while she intertwines her fingers in mine with her other hand and plants a kiss on my cheek.“Mom and dad were wrong. You’re perfect just the way. A very well dressed White man started to hover around me. I relaxed and and let him move on me. I’d really discovered sucking cock was amazing. I let him court me. Then I asked him to follow me out to my vehicle. He did. Once there I boldly told him that I was a cross dresser. He was overjoyed. I grabbed my hand bag and went back in with him at my side. He wasn’t black but he’d do was my thought process. We got back into the arcade area. He was all over me. Kissing and nudging. I was so hot and. I must have dozed, because when I opened my eyes the sun was up. I felt like shit. I got up at the insistence of my bladder and looked at the wreck in the mirror when I was done. I didn’t even have the urge to shave.I wondered if they were still in the house. Then I panicked as I thought about the possibility that they’d fled together, to avoid my wrath. I didn’t feel very wrathful. My state of mind was more in the realm of confusion than anger. Several times during the night I thought about. When they entered the elevator he could see alittle smile on her face via the mirror, before she turned around so thatboth of them stood next to each other, staring at the closed elevatordoor...3...2...1...0...-1...-2.When she stepped out the elevator, her heels echoing through the whole ofthe nearly huge and empty feeling parking garage, he already was thinkingabout the best position to nail her in her little convertible car, whichconveniently stood a little isolated behind a concrete.