She told me I was pretty. She fussed with my hair, with my nails,with my eyes.Maybe there is a part of all of us who would like this. In othercultures... men long to dress as women. It doesn't matter if they wearrobes, they want the colors, the fabric, the cut, the look. It's a fact.Women's clothes feel better. And maybe it was part of me.Looking back, I admit it. This wasn't something I tolerated. I lovedthis. I dove into the deep end of the pool. Maybe I was a transvestite.Maybe I had wanted. It wasn’t long when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the guy roll over and face her. She looked and gasped a little as her eyes took in the tightness of the man’s briefs and the fact that they were a little see-through. She could clearly see the outline of his cock and the dark patch of hair that was at the base. She was a little mesmerized by what she saw, realizing that it had been much too long since her last involvement in sex. She knew that she had to remedy that problem.As Susan. " I'm not saying you HAVE to go through with it right this very moment," she sought to reassure me. "Give it some time. Go get some counseling. But most of all, while you're giving it some thought, think of all the benefits. You won't have to search in vain for clothing your size. You'll be able to exercise better, which'll give you more energy in your life. You won't even have a tenth of the hygiene problems you used to have. And with the new laser scalpels the surgeon uses nowadays, you'll. ’ ‘Christina. It’s nice to meet you. Have you been here long?’ ‘Local time or ground time?’ she asked with a laugh. ‘Let’s see…’ She checked the small monitor on her forearm. ‘I’ve been here for, my word, two hundred and eighty-three years, ground time…’ ‘Well, you don’t look a day over two hundred. How long is that in local time?’ She tapped at the monitor. ‘Almost twenty years, would you believe it?’ My stomach dropped. ‘That long? Does it get frustrating? The waiting?’ ‘Oh, it’s not so bad..