She looked like the whore-slut she wanted to be. We stopped at a look out point at the highway. No one was there, Jean took off the dress and I fucked...her on the car. We arrived just as the party was starting. We were both issued wrist bands for our sexual preferences. I had yellow to indicate I am straight, Jean had lavender and green to show she is bi sexual. We were given lockers to store our clothes. The check in girl looked at Jean and asked if she would like to attend a private party. ” I broke off and swallowed hard.“He’s what?” Mal asked, breath hot on my ear as I felt him tug gently on the zipper of my dress. My knees nearly buckled. “Come on, Angel, sharing is good.” I could hear the laughter in his voice. He was pulling my zip down slowly, trailing kisses along my exposed spine as he went.“He’s knelt down behind her, spread her cheeks and he’s licking her ass. Her butt. Uh, he’s...” I trailed off again as I felt the zip reach the bottom of its travels“The word you’re. "In case you were wondering, your measurements in that costume are 39 inches at the bust, 18 inches at the waist, and 33 inches at the hips. About the only difference between your own natural dimensions, I suspect, and what you are now is the waist is cinched up. I'm guessing you're normally a 22 inch waist? Standing on your toes like that, you're a full six feet tall to the top of that fake blonde hair, and you're about a size 4 dress. Now, let's get you into your clothes."The "clothes" were. I have neverhad sex with a transsexual before, let alone a male. However, when I amfully dressed, I must admit fantasizing about how it would feel to havesex with a man." I would really appreciate your help, Wendy. You are now in a placewhere I would like to be eventually and quite frankly, I don't have theconfidence, or knowledge to do it alone. If I could ever get to thepoint where I could be half as feminine as you are, or half asattractive, I would be thrilled. Could you at least give.