Faceless was tall and lean, but his visage had always been hidden by a mask. So I wondered, had I projected the image of my ideal male onto the anonym...us creature that had ravished me? But Faceless had one feature I’m sure I had not imagined. My lover was circumcised. I scan the autopsy report. Would the pathologist have bothered to comment upon such a trivial finding? After all, the body had been matched to the name and photograph on his driver’s license. But the search conducted on his. I relaxed a bit as I talked toher, opening up.Probably truly opening up with a woman for the first time in my life.She applied a good deal of foundation on me, blush, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, lip stick and even a bit of concealer for my eyebrows.When She was done She gave a brownish-blonde wig and helped me up. Ilooked in the mirror and...Well, I looked like a guy in a dress. I mean, the clothing looked good,the make-up looked very good, the wig looked natural, but there's justtoo many. In the morning when she was awoke by her boyfriend bringing her coffee in bed, she thought of the old man, and felt horny again. As she dressed she stood in her underwear and blue shirt, company issue, and she wondered what he would do if he could see her as she stood in front of the mirror.At work as she loaded the mail up into the sack, she searched to see if he had any, he did not, and her heart sank, why she did not know, but her feeling between her legs spoke differently, she possessed. What I didn't expect was for her to turn her back to me and say, "Can you get the zipper?" Um. Sure." I stood and walked over to her, then did as I was told. Moments later, as I made my way back to the bed, she wriggled out of the dress and left it in a heap on the floor."There," she said. "Much better." And from my vantage point on the bed, I had to agree. As she stood there in the same set of blue lingerie she'd been wearing that morning, her tits busting out of the bra, I knew there was no.