I pulled it on easily, tugging it around me, feeling it hold there fast.I crossed to the mirror and looked at myself. I really didn't look toobad. It ...as suitable, no more even than friends wore on TV. I smoothed the top down and pulled on my shorts, savouring the touch ofmy own skin again. It felt like a secret kind of vanity. It was as I wasturning around, that I noticed something abstractively in the mirrorbefore me that I hadn't seen before. I don't know where it came from,but it was like a. She was black, and upon striking up a conversation with her she told him that she was really a guy. Keven was intrigued; he was filled with questions for the black tranny and, because it was a slow night, she allowed Keven to pick her mind. Keven went home that night, his head reeling. He knew that his life as a man was over forever, that he was no longer just Keven Donald Andersen; he was now Miss Keven-Jeanne Sissyfag! The black tranny had been feminine and passable, but next to Keven-Jeanne,. The soft romantic music playing in the background seems to set the mood just right. I cut my steak in the smallest of pieces, taking the opportunity to allow him to watch how my lips caress the fork as it slides out of my mouth, imposing subliminal images in his brain for things later to come.As he becomes intoxicated on my sensuality, I lift my leg, and run my foot up and down his leg, and, then, allowing it to pause in his groin momentarily. My advances are working. I can feel his beautiful. Her skirt soon followed and she shivered with anticipation as Tracy unhooked her bra. "What beautiful tits you've got," Tracy murmured softly as she weighed the soft, heavy mounds, rubbing her thumbs across the dark rings of her nipples.Three other women joined them. One went behind Tracy and unzipped her dress while another peeled Helen's damp g-string down her legs. Tracy's bra and knickers joined the growing heap of discarded clothes as the three new women stripped off. Helen was soon lost.