" My phone chimed again. "Meet me here" I went to the address. It was a hotel I knew near by. My phone chimed again with a room number. When I arrived...at the door it was latched open. I entered and latched the door behind me. She was no were to be seen so I quickly started the recorder on my phone and proped it on the dresser facing the bed. She entered from the bathroom wearing a small corset and stockings. It was barely able to contain her huge tits. "Ive wanted you for so long!" She said. I. I can't be braveanymore. I can't be the person that everyone expects me to be. I feellike a zombie, while my brain is screaming and in despair. I have agreedwith Dauphin to tell my story and how I ended up here, ready to give theultimate sign that I no longer am me. I am nobody. Don't blame Mr.Dauphin for writing my story. There are others like me. They have nohope and that is the worst thing a person can have. No hope. I amnobody, yet I can be your son, your nephew, your neighbour. What. What happened?” I asked her.She tried to talk but her teeth were chattering and she couldn’t get the words out. She was gasping and crying and when she tried to talk her words were completely broken up and undecipherable. I pulled her into the house and wrapped my arms around her shivering body to give her some comfort. She seemed so vulnerable and weak. It was a different side to her that I had never seen. I had no idea what was wrong but I knew she needed my help. She wore a hooded sweatshirt. It was another hot sunny day when we woke in our apartment, Mike and myself both naked in our own beds, I looked over to see Mike looking at me. ‘It’s been quite a few days hasn’t it’, he said, ‘It sure has’ I replied,’ coming on our first holiday as a group of eight young friends, I never really expected to spend my evenings, learning about gay sex and even more strangely spending time with a transsexual and cross dressing into the bargain’, it had been a steep learning curve, but very.