We’d been dating for six months and things were okay... Well, I mean she’s a great girl but my mind was wandering to thoughts of getting close wit... a member of the male gender. It’s one of bisexuals' little problems, you always want the ‘other thing’. That, or I’m greedy! So when I met the very openly gay Adam, my dirty mind instantly began racing. We spent a lot of time together that night getting to know each other. He was very sweet; 5’10, light brown hair pushed up into a soft quiff, slim. As she lies next to me; one hand covering her breasts and other her pussy, coyly. Gently, I turn on my left and massage her stomach in circular motions,”ummmm” she moans. “Pooja, will you really be able to manage my cock? I don’t want to hurt you.” Replying,” Saab mai mere admi ka pura Lund nahi le paye, to mai kaise aurat hooge! Muje chodo jaise chod hai tumhare dilme.Now I am like your wife, yours only to fuck and serve you.” “Areee Pooja”, I now slide my hands to her perky breasts and roll. I submitted my application and the manager, looking me over, gave me an interview just to get it out of the way I suppose. I told her that I was a cross dresser and shopped there. She told me she was not hiring at the moment but would file my application. I am sure she had a hard time picturing me in drag because of my 5 o'clock shadow. I went home and felt silly for even applying. I decided that I would go back en femme. True to my nature, I had to build up the courage to go out dressed in. It could hold almost five people. I pour lots of bubble bath in while I wait. My parents have a huge dressing mirror that I love. I feel so sexy looking at myself standing in the steamy bathroom. I can’t get over how beautiful I am. Sure, every girl knows that she has flaws. There are some things that I would like to change about myself. I know that I look good though: long blond hair that that reaches almost half-way down my back, blue-green eyes, and creamy white skin. Guys lust for me..