It took six hours for the body paint to be completed. The paint job on me was so detailed that no one could think that I was actually naked! Then I to...k Aastha didi’s car and went to the venue.It was 7:50 in the night and the party was to start at 8. I parked the car in the parking area and made my way to the tent. I was wearing white sneakers and had a purse in my hand. Apart from that, I was naked. But due to the excellence of the paint job and the darkness of the night, people couldn’t tell. Wasnt interested in anything else. Eventually i really wanted to live out this fantasy of mine. Of hooking up with transexual with big cock. No luck with that, so i started checking out craigslist mfm ads. Started responding to them, out of curiosity. Never any intention of actually going through with something. I would go as far as setting up meeting point, but then chickening out, either when i got close, or when the guy would send pic of his face. Then i noticed in our fairly small town we. I looked over at Mom. “Can I get something for this headache I have?”“In a minute or two. They aren’t letting me do it. I’ll get one of the nurses in here. Doctor Tolliver will be by in the morning.”“You’ll also need to talk to the police then. They want to talk to you about what happened,” added my father.I nodded. That figured. “What happened to me? Why can’t I move around?” My right arm was strapped to my chest, my left arm was strapped to the bed, and my legs seemed to be strapped down,. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to.