"I tried to protest as he came around in front "No I won’t do a dog." He laughed and plunged into my mouth "Suck you little bitch. Remember you are ...ine." I was forced to clean the cum off of him. He was doing up to go when he asked "You told me your name was Stacey and them Rose." I looked up "Rose is my middle name." He smirked "A shame I thought you had come up with a hooker name. By the way I noticed your birthday is tomorrow." I nodded "I was hoping to...." He cut me off "Mark and Jen. But because they want to be her."Trent didn't say anything. He let the statement just float in the ether,trying with all of might to make it go away. But in truth..."I've dreamt of being her."His therapist accepted his reveal as if he had said "It's Monday." Were these dreams... sexual?"Trent found no reason to hold back anymore. "Yes. Sometimes I'm with awoman, other times it's been... men." And all of these dreams are..." About sex? Yes." Have you ever been with a man outside of a dream?". One of them was from a guy on his late 40s, quite tall bit of a gut and exactly my type. we messaged each other for a couple of days and agreed to meet at mine that night.as soon as i got home i started getting ready, shaved myself entirely, got my breastplate and makeup on, panties, bra, dress and heels, the whole thing, even put on a sample from a perfume i had laying around. up to this point the only thing i had tried to put up my ass had been a small carrot so i was praying that he wasnt. ’ Robert spoke as he was taking off his shirt. I walked towards him swinging my hips, keeping my eyes locked onto his. He dropped his shirt onto the floor. I stopped walking slowly dropped my robe so he could see my lingerie. ‘Oh Abigail what a beautiful sight. You look like an angel. Come to me.’ He whispered. I truly felt vulnerable I stepped towards him he sat on the bed just to watch me walk. I could see he was pleased by my lingerie. ‘You like Robert? You like the color? The softness? You.