"Come on in, Roxanne!" I said.Roxanne walked inside my house. She walked in front of me and stopped to adjust her shoe by bending over and showing off...her sexy ass. I stared directly at her ass.I swear, Roxanne comes over to my house at least once a day to visit me, hoping to have sex with me but she never succeeds."So, have you had any lucky ladies over lately?" Roxanne asked."No, not lately. Honestly, you're probably the only lady that comes over anymore," I said."Well, that's good to know,". Her hips had put on extra fat, and herskin had softened. Even her face seemed more female now. She rarely gotany strange looks while shopping now.Her small 3 inch penis and shriveled sack looked wrong. She asked Ronabout "going all the way." Ron said, "If you want that you can leave." Hedid offer to pay for breast implants though.What Ron wanted he got. When he offered her her dream of being ahousewife, she never realized how life changing it would be. She had beena crossdresser all her life.. “There’s a lot more hitting, though there weren’t any fights!”I chuckled, “If you watched the scoreboard, there was a brawl at the end of the Red Wings/North Stars game.”“Why do they fight so much?” she asked.“The joke in the US is ‘I went to a boxing match and a hockey game broke out’. It’s just part of the game here.”“Interesting. And I noticed you called the ‘backs’, ‘defensemen’.”“In the US they do play much more defense than in Sweden where the back shoots a lot, but it’s the same role.. It certainly sounded hot.I looked down at my chest, my nipples hard like they’d been all day. After all, I’d been craving this all day. I looked away again momentarily to go to my favorite porn site and put on a video. I didn’t care much for the video itself, but the sounds were important.Once I found something satisfactory, I stopped sucking on my chocolate and looked back at my nipples. Then I started applying the partly melted chocolate to them, covering them in the sticky, brown, heavenly.