Both of us had our hairin pin curls held in place by bobby pins and pink hair nets and both ofus had smoothly shaven legs and bright red toenails and ...ingernails.You have not lived as a heterosexual crossdresser until you have feltthe sensations of two perfectly smooth pairs of legs rubbing together inbed. Sleep? Barely.The following morning we got up and knew that we had to address the restof the to do list. This included obtaining all the necessary clothingand shoes and putting it all. The sun trickles in through the curtains and he can see his pet, now fully transforms and under his sheets. He kneels on the bed, reaching for the edge of the covers, slowly pulling them off to first reveal that cute little patch of fur and then the pink folds of her pussy. Missy’s legs are half open allowing him to bend closer to her crotch. He can smell the strong scent of their interactions from the night before. He kisses her folds lightly. Missy’s breathing deepens, betraying her. George was a very nice man a little on the short side. He walked a little bent over with a slight limp from his disability. He was skinny, almost frail looking. He was distracted by the SUV as Megan said, “Do you like my new SUV?” George said, “Where did you get that?” Megan answered, “I got it for Christmas from James.” Linda was now looking and said, “Oh honey its beautiful, James must be getting serious about you.” She teased.Megan began jumping up and down and said, “Ya mom real serious!”. I turn, questioning. “Were you talking to me?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, sitting up on his knees and brushing sand out of his face with his upper arm as he looks up at me. “You don’t want to run down there.” He gestures vaguely down the beach in the direction I was headed. “Oh? Why’s that?” I ask, sensing that he’s coming on to me, and feeling slightly irritated that my pace was interrupted, even though this guy is cute. “There’s a bar right up the road, and a bunch of guys just came out of there,.