I was lucky that the trunk key was on the ring as I knew that most law enforcement in the area had carried a shotgun along with other emergency equipm...nt in the trunk. Still crouching, I opened the trunk, holding it to keep it from popping open all the way. I figured the lower profile, the better.The trunk was packed full of stuff so it took me a few minutes to find what I was looking for. The shotgun was a Remington 12-gauge pump and was loaded with the chamber empty. It was secured but not. "Chokut fust" Chocolate first, I managed to grunt through my gum shield and imprisoned tongue.It tasted like nectar from the gods as he fed it to me, a Far east clone Cadbury's Yorkie Bar, not as good as the ones I used to eat when at Cambridge university possibly but after wood chips and grass it was glorious, but but the flood of endorphins brought realisation of my situation, Stephens a low grade manager from Florida, about to fuck my ass, a guy I would never have even eaten lunch with, I. I don't know what it is ... he's ... something's off. The way he walks, the way he holds himself. I just know he's ... cultured. I wonder briefly if he grew up in Europe or something.All those thoughts fly compound in my head when he holds open the passenger door for me and offers me a hand to steady myself as I lower into the car, careful to keep my legs close, as this dress Cat chose stops just above my knees.He pushes the door closed firmly, but doesn't slam it, and walks confidently around. I always took precautions, and was never caught,despite a few close calls. By my early teens, I really embraced mytransvestism, and started buying more age and size appropriateclothing and accessories, and found that I could make a veryconvincing young woman, especially after I let my hair grow long. Iused to love walking through the mall, admiring each season's newfashions, and I was never "read" once. Even the woman at the earringshop had no clue to my gender when she pierced my ears.As I.