So, here is Cassandra's Destiny... “Oh Mother,” she cooed, “Dare I hope to be invited this year?” She knew it could be the best night of her l...fe if only Lord Drakell would invite her to the masquerade ball at the castle. Held once a year on Halloween it was the most mysterious and sought after social event of the year. “Halloween is my birthday! That must surely matter to Him, mustn’t it?” Her mother eyed her with as much hope as she had ever felt for her now 18 year old daughter. “Yes. Many if not most of us areperfectly normal guys who routinely participate in manly activities butnow and then we cross the gender border or perhaps more tellingly dancearound it. Denial is also dependent on just how good we look whilecrossdressed. This is a theory but bear with me. Those of us who arefortunate enough to look good, great, and passable are, in my own opinion,less likely to engage in denial. Those of us who unfortunately look likelinebackers in sacks are more likely to engage in. My wife Samantha came down after 15 minutes, she was naked and looked very sexy! When Samantha had got to the bottom of the stairs the surprise and smile came all over her face. There stood 9 naked men with their cocks erect. All 9 men got on their knees and crawled towards Samantha. I was one of them. When we reached her, Samantha felt the pleasure of 9 tongues and 18 hands all over her body all at once. If you had never seen what it looks like when a girl is having 9 cocks around her, waiting. Human. And they wereround, and big. No, huge. Each one was the size of the thing's head.Granted, that's like... the size of a grapefruit, but that's prettybig on a rabbit, you know?It giggled, a putridly adorable little twitter: "Hee-hee, you likemy tits?"I blinked. Did a rabbit just ask me if I liked its tits? "Uhm," Ireplied.It giggled more. "That's OK, everyone does! They're swelllllll!" Itsaid this last word with a rising intonation that kept goingforever, until I was about to throttle the.