...sure you're.....okay?" "It's...pretty hard...but it...only hurts...a little." I'll give her credit, she didn't make a lot of noise. "So, ...ere you able to jury rig your breast pump and use it?" "I thought you were with me!" Oops. I was in the shit now. I should have kept my mouth and finished making my mess. "I was trying, I just couldn't quite catch up." "I'm sorry." She was quietly crying again. "Sweetheart..." "I'm still here." "Can I give you a hug? . As Sam stripped my dress off me, I took in his naked body with my eyes. "Jesus, Sammy, you're built like a fucking Arabian Stallion." We were standing so close together that the swollen, bulbous head of that beautiful hunk of meat was pressing lightly against my hard, flat belly. "There's only one rule here, honey…the only rule here tonight is that there isn't any rules. The bar is wide open. Drink whatever you want but you have to fix your own drinks unless someone starts fixing them for. I guess I always have sincewe were boys. Do you suppose I became a transvestite because of asecret need to please you?" That could be, Wendell honey. Then again, you probably needed to be amale woman in any case, because you are such a vaginal, effeminatesissy boy. And, I mean that as the ultimate compliment, my sweet cross-dressing girlie boy! I love seeing you cross-dressed my sweet boywoman. You turn me on so not because you can 'pass,' which you can't,but you turn me on so because you can't. What's going on. The manageress knows and is interested, the younger one is catching on, although I guess more into straighter scenarios.I slip inside the changing room and start to have a peek, I run my hands all over her scantily clad body, rubbing my hard through my trousers up against her arse which she wiggles to clarify her interest. She comes out with me and does a twirl, I like that one I say. David whispers to me to be a bit more risqué in front of the sales assistants and as Julia.