. it just felt like the real me. It was nothing I really discussed in detail with my mom – it was enough that she accepted it – and I certainly ne...er brought it up in front of my friends at school. In fact, I laughed along with them whenever a lisping, prancing, gay sissy showed up in a movie, even as I secretly studied his every word and his every word to see what fell into my definition of myself.I laughed, but I also learned . . . with none of my friends the wiser.By the time my life changed. But he’d answered the DA’s questions, and stood firm when Hanslein’s lawyer cross-examined him.The government got the conviction they wanted, and now they owed him big!As Ronnie dozed off, he dreamed of an undefined, high paying job he knew himself to be qualified for.“Wake up, Mr. Thomas, we’re here.”“Huh, what?” Ronnie peered out of the window. They were on a crowded residential street in a city. Two and three-story houses lined each side of the roadway. A few of the houses had driveways. We met him in a coffeshop and he was already there waiting for us. I was initially shy but I must admit I found him cute and good looking than his photos and charming. He made me comfortable in just 15 mins and I felt like we all are friends. He handed me a gift wrapped packet in plastic bag . I just sneaked into it and saw a note “ For my Whore” . After the meets , we get back home and as soon as we entered.. this time saurabh closed the door , put me over sofa , slide my dress over my waist. First the shadows had formed into underwear. Alfound himself in black silk seamed hose held up by garters, her lush rumpbarely covered by high-cut black lace crotchless panties. Her almostwhisper-sheer bra held her soft breasts out like trophies. Then a corset hadtaken form, followed in quick sucession by shoulder length leather gloves, atight leather dress slit to the thigh-- shiny high heels completed theshadows work.Taking her eyes off these new developments Alfonso Dukamon saw that he.