“Ok, bitches. Lesson number two.” Clayton says. Pushing Vic toward me.“Strip down to your panties.” We are ordered. Timidly we take our clothe... off. Soon we both stand docily in out tidy whities.The black boys gather real close. “I want to see you two bitches kiss.” Clayton sneers.Nervously I look at Vic.I don’t want my first kiss to be with a boy. I also don’t want the shit kicked out of me.Vic looks into my eyes. Obviously scared. We press our lips together, hoping it would be enough. Knowing. " I led Lisa to my car and she told me where to drive. After several turns down roads I have never been on we finally stopped at a night club. I was frozen, I couldn't go in dressed like this. Lisa got out, walked around the car, opened my door, and took my hand; as if she knew what I was thinking. Squeezing it she said, “You’re coming in!” As we walked in, arm and arm, I saw it was a cross dresser, and transvestite friendly night club. Lisa told me she brought me here just to show me off.. When the gathering was finally called to order, they had met everyone present. As William Redman made his way to the podium, a silence fell over the room. He said, “Several years ago, my grandson said there was a white man that I should meet. He told me this white man traveled with a wild cougar. This man treated all people with respect. I told him that no white man such as that existed.“A moon later, my grandson came back to me. Again, he told me that this white man was someone that I should. As I stepped into them I realized they were not mine. These were beige with some lace around the edges and no hole in the front for me to use the toilet like all my briefs had."Why can't I wear my regular underwear?" I asked."Look, you're going to have to stop questioning me on everything we do today. Do you want to go there looking like a boy in a dress or a normal teenage girl? These clothes are necessary to give you the shape of your aunt and if you're going to fight me every step of the.