"You see this room it?s an icon of femininity. Everything in here is feminine in taste and style; do you honestly think that you can remain here witho...t some of that rubbing off on you? Ralph might be crazy but he wants you to replace his dead sister do you know why?" I don?t know and I wish I'd never met him," I said honestly as she led me to a photographic album."Tell me what you see?" She asked pointing to a picture of what I assumed was Ruthy."I see a man dressed to look like a woman," I. Aidan wanted to wipe the back of his hand across his face where she’d kissed him. Watching her walk away, he wondered why he found her presence to abrasive. She was self-centered and materialistic, yes, but he’d dealt with worse. Maybe it was her blatant, almost overbearing sexuality. Women had pursued him before, but with Colette, he felt like he was a challenge that she’d set for herself. Abruptly, he picked up his camera bag and started packing his equipment. He’d been at it for almost two. " It turned out to be true.My first inclination was to say something to him but my instinct said, "No." Instead I should do something. He sat on the bench and I knelt in front of him. The image of me that flashed through my mind was of a little slender, fem, white sissyboi, getting ready to be used by a two hundred ninety pound linebacker type of black god, a dream come true for me or any other serious cross dresser. My own private gift to a superior male type is what I considered myself at. I found myself playing with his shirttails. I was still naked under his shirt. I pushed myself up onto the trunk of my car and laid back on the glass. Remembering the excitement of walking naked in front of the five men that were nearby, I unbuttoned Bobby’s shirt slowly and let it fall open. It was dark out, but the street lights were enough to cast a glow on my white, naked body. My knees bent and my legs spread. I let my eyes roam the houses in the area. There were lights in every window. I.