It will be fucking fun, you honky slut.” The whole experience of standing in the street like a common streetwalker in the most outrageous hooker clo...hes leaning in the window of a handsome black man with Nelly blaring on the radio was like a dream come alive. “Are you wearing panties under that skirt?” I turned around, leaned over, the back of my ultra-mini black leather skirt hking up to reveal my pink lace covered tranny ass, the outline of my vinyl pussy lips clearly visible, and I churned. I ordered him to kneel in front of my desk as I let Amy enter the room. I then told Paul to leave,but to entertain the thought of Amy's bottom turning red under my hand. I locked the door to my study once Paul left.Amy knelt beside me and I heard her confession,strangely enough she blamed Paul for exciting her passions and causing her to 'orgasm a few times'. I ordered Amy to bare herself from her waist down and I placed her over my knee.The sight of her pale,firm bottom has excited me since. I wore a baggy sweatshirt and kept my hair in a ponytail. During my surfing on the Internet to feminize myself, I found a beauty salon in my neighborhood. I e-mailed the owner and asked if she was willing to do a female hairstyle on a guy. She e-mailed me back and said she has never done it before but she was willing to try. She asked if I could come to her shop before hand so she could get an idea of what she had to work with.It was about a week before D-day when I went to see her. Her salon. ‘Oh, God,’ I groaned. ‘I think she likes it,’ Lori said, releasing my nipple with an audible pop. ‘I think you’re right,’ Della agreed, popping off the other side. They continued to massage my clit, making me writhe and groan. I could hear them kissing each other inches above my stomach. Their fingers worked in perfect harmony, sometimes pressing together and other times kneading it back and forth. It was driving me insane. My nipples were still erect and aching, missing the pressure of their.