It would make it a lot easier to handle. And if you’ve got like, book boxes, those would be perfect for the rest of the stuff.”“Then I think I�...ve got you covered. How long will it take you to transfer all that stuff?”I had to think. “Longer than we’ve got tonight. Let’s just get it moved over there tonight and we can sort and transfer containers in the morning. It’ll only take Greg and I about 15 minutes to unload it.”“Are you gonna need a forklift?”I grinned, “Nope, Greg and I can handle it. "Fucking fag! Let me loose or you die."She smiled and looked at the kid's pocket. His left hand grippedsomething, making the pocket bulge."If there's a gun in that pocket," she said slowly. "You win. If you'vegot nothing but your dick in your hand ... then ... hell, I guess youstill win."She sighed."There's no fucking way for a man in a dress to be a winner."Defeated, she loosed her grip just enough.The kid ran off, disappearing into the end zone.The crowd went mild.No one cared.The lights. Andthe music everywhere, too.It was Saturday, and like always I had slept my fill. Next came thedisagreeable part. But a bad mood didn't help anything and so I went toMom without a frown so she could zip up the dress for me and tie thebow.Why was girl clothing so impractical? All closures were in back, forblouses, dresses and bras. And far from seldom, often just where youneeded help dressing and undressing.Like this dress. Without help I'd never get it off.I don't know why Mom wanted to see me. I debated how to get my rocks off and decided to go cruising at the park for some cock. I took a quick shower, threw on a pair of pink frilly panties, a pair of loose sport shorts, and a long tshirt. I hopped in my car and drove to the park, teasing my little prick by rubbing it in my sissy panties, leaking copious amounts of precum into them as a result. I parked and headed towards the wooded area where everyone cruised for cock. On hot days like that one, it was usually crawling with all.