Ihad no idea that her plan would involve me dressing as a girl again.I tried to fight it, but realized that I didn't have any male clothsat her apartm...nt. "Come on honey, we don't have much time," Roxyurged. "Time? Time for what?" I went on."To get ready. Hurry up, you have to be dressed in thirty minutes."Roxy coaxed me into her chair at her make-up table. Her steady handsexpertly applied the make-up much better than I had done the daybefore. Years of skill made me look even more convincingly. I gazed into her eyes for a few moments, thinking, “hmmm—Christmas Eve, playing Santa Clause, all star jock stud----FUCK THE BABYSITTER”!! Oh hell ya—what sane red-b l o o d e d American boi is gonna turn down all that shit”?I lift her up by her waist, and gently lay her on her back on top of the kitchen table. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pull her legs up, and d**** them over my shoulders.“Lets get you wet” I mutter with a smile. Reaching down, and pulling down her panties, I stuff them into. They had to be at least a 36, her nipples protruding about a quarter of an inch just begging to me sucked on.If I hadn’t seen them I would have sworn they were fake, they were perfect. Meanwhile she and my pants down just far enough to where one hand was on my balls and the other grasping my shaft.She said not a word and placed her mouth on the head and began licking her tongue around on it.Again she seemed as if she has done this many times before as her actions were deliberate and. I was so happy that my bottom was finally so small that I felt I was on afterburners when I ran to the finish line.My very first date with a boy was in my second year at the university. I was still working at Intel because they were funding some of my expenses in school and I was working on a project to make the equipment even smaller.The date was a complete disaster.I had even brought two "rough rider" condoms in my purse to inspire me to some type of orgasm like I had read about in.