The African pulled out what looked like a ring size cigar and lit up. He also gave one to the African sitting next to Shawn. After only a few minutes,...the smoke began building up in the vehicle.Tia was beginning to cough a bit. "Sir, please roll your window down further. I cannot breathe properly." My apologies miss Tia. After a couple of more puffs I will put it out."Close to an hour had passed since they had left the retreat. They slowed down and turned onto a dirt road leading into a low. "Hi, Fran," I said with a broad grin on my face. "Welcome to womanhood."Frank's Italian-American heritage was more apparent now that he was female. His curvy, almost statuesque build was exquisitely displayed by the blue wrap dress he...she wore. Her face was framed by thick, black wavy hair that cascaded below her shoulders. Her nose might have been a bit on the large size, but her full lips and large, flashing brown eyes helped balance the total package. As for the new Fran...it was clear. " Yes, good idea. Now then..." I looked Patrick up and down, just likehe had done with me. Time for some fun I think. "I assume that no oneinvolved wants it known that Patrick isn't a girl, correct?" Correct," they both chimed."Right. Ok. Now, let me see..." I started looking through the drawersat the back in the 'intimates' section and found that I was lookingfor, a cream satin bustier with quite a strong cord running through thefront eyelets. The matching pair of boy-cut panties, sheer silk. I told her I wasn’t made of money and we couldn’t eat out every night. I had a job to go to everyday. Of course, it was the same old story. You’ve read it over and over again. Wife gets job, wife gets bored with husband, wife finds another boyfriend, because husband doesn’t pay enough attention to her. Wife fucks new boyfriend, husband finds out and divorces third wife. Of course I beat the living shit out of the guy. Well, anyway the cops came and locked me up for twenty-four hours. I went to.