Within thirty minutes my hair waswashed, styled, my nails polished, my face made up, and I had beenfitted for three dresses. I'd never been so pampere... in my life. Sallybegan the photo shoot and complimented me on how nice I looked and hownatural I posed for the camera. A quick change and new hairstyle and Ihad a second round of photos. Finally, Ms. Marshall had me wear agorgeous formal dress. If was light pink, almost white, with a cubiczirconia studded belt, a little flair over the hips to. We discussed the plans for the remaining time at the hotel and I told her there were surprises yet to come. We smiled at each other and we knew that the love we have felt for each other since first we met in a student production of The Mousetrap would survive her marriage. It was the love of sisters, the deep, affectionate friendship that endures. She put her hands on my shoulders and then her words hit me like a blow in the stomach. ‘You know, I have always wondered…..’ I don’t know how anger. One night I was having a very vivid dream. I was back in my male body and I had been to a bar and picked up a hot chick. We went back to my place and I was fucking the crap out of her. She was a knockout with big boobs and I was plowing her from behind. Her pussy was so tight and she kept telling me how great my cock felt in it. I could feel my cock start to cum. The feeling was so intense it woke me up. I was sweating and my stomach was cramping. I got up and went into the bathroom while Bill. While he was quiteliberal at the swimming pool, allowing me to take my top off and show mybust, at home Mustapha asked me to keep more reserved, and always wear atleast a two-piece bathing suit (the climate here at Macaon is tropical andwarm for most of the year). In a show-off of femininity, I had bought arange of very colourful, funky suits, one with the American flag, one withthe Brazilian, some solid-coloured ones in very feminine hues (yellow,blue, pink, white, black). Sometimes, for.