"God, I was gorgeous!" I thought. I could hear the click-clack of my high-heeled shoes on the polish floor. My bountiful breasts were swaying in per...ect stride to my gait. I even unbuttoned one notch on my blouse. "How curious?" I thought to my male self as I could see my feminine hand knock on the door of one of the Jr. Advertising Executives. My nipples were starting to tighten up in arousal and I could feel my pulse quicken. The door opened to a handsome smile of John Desmond! I knew. She was cute, somewhat older, yet smaller than me, and sucked me off in a dark alley doorway just like I had imagined a nasty whore-tgurl would. She was a cute Hispanic and really looked like a woman until you got close and knew what to look for. I came so hard with her blowjob that I was convinced no real girl could ever match her (I have been right so far). About six months after the tgurl BJ I met a white tgurl named Annabel, and found myself actually talking with her in a parking lot. I. "Good evening?" he asked, taking me by surprise. I almost didn't want togive him the satisfaction in replying, but as he seemed to be the onlyperson other than Miss Stevens talking to me at the moment, I could onlyresist for so long."Eh," I shrugged from my perch on the top bunk. "You?" Yeah," Marcus nodded, walking into the centre of the room andstretching. "They've got decent gym facilities here, don't they? Do youuse them much?" Uh..." I began. In all honesty I didn't. I did the minimum. Allen had been the only man she had ever loved. She hadn't evenconsidered remarrying, hadn't dated and had given up several friendshipsbecause her friends kept trying to set her up with eligible men. Could alittle pink nightlight wash away guilt hiding that deep in the crevicesof her soul? Maybe if she had remarried Drew would have had a role modeland wouldn't be trying on her underwear when he thought no one wouldknow.Maybe the nightlight would turn back time, turn Drew into a little girlthat.