I must admit that I have fantasized about Brenda in the past. Well, notabout Brenda, as much as about being Brenda. Here comes the realexplanation beh...nd this story: You see, my deepest secret is that I am acloseted and very frustrated crossdresser and would have given anything tobe half as beautiful as Brenda.I spend my days dreaming about what it would be like to be sissy Michelleall the time. I spend my weekends trying to make this come true.I love coming home from work on a Friday evening. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my chest. You haven't slept this well in a long time as the sound of my heartbeat lulls you into a deep slumber. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my return, I find your naked body partially covered by the blanket. Your nipples hardening in the cool air. One leg bent, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening. An inviting scene that I can't resist. I crawl back. He was definitely in for a party. The guys having control of my phone’s front cam must have been enjoying all these as well. My team leader was speechless and since he was on a call with his wife, he didn’t have time to talk to me. Thank God, I felt and walked away.Unlike the other days, I could see many people from the other floors coming and visiting my cabin to have a look at me. I asked my friend to get food for me during lunch hour as I knew I would be groped and enjoyed by people in the. Through all of this I listened as Timella told me about her life. I’d gotten the accent wrong, it was Tennessee, not Texas. And she was 5′ 10′ not 5’9′ as I’d estimated. She told me about her series of loser boyfriends and her terrible luck in relationships. And how she’d almost lost faith in men in general. ‘All they want to do is get in your pants then get in your wallet then get in your face. Some of them start out sweet as pie and gradually turn mean, while others start out mean and just.