Thigh-highs and heels completed my costume. I had learned that when I was in drag, men would approach me in the theaters. As a submissive, I preferred...men to initiate our sexual encounters, rather than me asking them.Ralph wanted more than just a good blow job. He fondled my breasts there in the dark theater. I adore a man's strong hands on my body and urged Ralph to handle me roughly if that would excite him. He needed no more urging and dug his fingers into my soft tits and twisted and mauled. Even though it was dark, I could not appear from nowhere. So I went back inside, to look in the restaurant bathroom. It was busy, so I moved back in time, until I had a 2 minute window to appear. It would not be for another four minutes. So I checked my hair and make up again, I looked quite nice for once, sexy. I had never worn this dress or the underwear, it was meant to be worn for a special occasion, and tonight was it. When the 4 minutes were up, I closed my eyes and arrived in the empty. Its arrival had been swift. And it hadvanished even quicker. I wondered if that unidentifiable presence mighthave actually been Crysti passing by me on her way to inhabit my body.But I knew that was something I'd probably never know.Strangely, I began to feel myself being pulled in a slightly differentdirection than I had been drifting. After a moment of thought, Irealized I'd probably been pulled towards Crysti's body from the momentI'd first arrived in this peculiar mist. I'd just never. I twisted the button, and it began shaking. I laid in bed again, and pushed that one inside my pussy. It was much smaller than the previous one, but still had trouble getting it in, so I sucked it and gagged myself to lube it up. It was a bit painful, but I got it in. I twisted the knob hoping for the best, and felt the vibration inside my pussy, nothing great. I turned the knob some more, and it felt better. I turned it all the way, and it finally felt good. I began fucking myself, going in.