I have a very good figure and long shapely legs. I need to, in my line of work, as a part-time tranny escort and photographic model.I knew as I walked...across the dance floor that I was drawing admiring glances from all the gay men, but there was only one that I had eyes for. Barbie, a friend from Germany, she had called me saying she was coming over on business and would I like to meet up when she was over, of coarse I said yes, She was a full-time high class escort and every time we got. I should have told you not be formal." I was wearing faded jeans and black top, nothing fancy."I don't usually like to dress up but I thought it might help to keep your mother from becoming curious," she whispered.My mom took to her immediately. We had dinner. My mother had a hundred well meaning questions and Nancy answered all of them. She did not lie yet did not reveal that she was gay."Thank you for a delicious dinner. Why don't you both come over to my house and swim for a while?"My mom. “Wear short skirts and no panties to the games from now on, so I can check you.” Ms. Connor said casually.I was drooling and I’m sure I was making a wet spot on the futon. I could feel my juices run down my thighs and pool around my knees. When was she going to let me cum? “I’ll dress as you asked,” I replied, and I’m not sure where this came from, “Maybe the cheerleaders can take me shopping so I buy the right clothes?”A chorus rang out from the girls, “Of course we will!” “We’ll dress you so. We'll have our cell phones in case things get worse, just to keep you posted as to how we're doing and where we are. But even with the storm, I'm sure we'll be back long before nightfall, or shortly thereafter at the very least."I wasn't real keen with mom and dad going out by themselves, but it wasn't the first time that they had as I recalled either. There'd actually been another storm nearly as bad as this one, and they'd ended up having to spend the night in town rather than try making it.