I liked that, but i always imagined me being the female and being used by the men in the pics. They looked so pretty.Well this summer in my stash box...i had some porn and lipstick and nail polish. As well as a compact mirror and the ever necessary nail polish remover. Just the simple essentials a budding tgurl needed. I took panties and bras from my sister but returned them to the laundry every day, as long as they weren't dirty from the forest floor. I felt so pretty and sexxxy and free in the. I attempted to look out from my immersion tank. I could not tell if this stranger was real or part of my popper haze. I wondered if I had left my basement door open and someone had wondered in. I didn’t care. All I cared about was his cock in my ass. A picture formed inside my head of what that mammoth cock must look like forcing its way into my body...my tiny asshole stretched impossibly wide and tight around the almost beer-can thickness of the man's humongous bull meat...the even broader. Imagine, if you can, another entire world that exists in parallel with yours. Touching on your world at every point, but invisible and inaccessible to you.The closest I can come to a comparison has already been used. It's like the difference between a two dimensional world and a three dimensional one. What's an insurmountable, understood, expected barrier, as real as a wall for you ... the separation that exists between minds ... is less than a silken veil to me.Imagine then, the temptation,. I didn't want to break the spell.The next day, we had the dress rehearsal, my first public appearance in woman's clothes where my peers would recognize me. This time, I had to go all out and look my best. My costume was a woman's business suit: a short skirt, blouse, jacket, nylons and high heels. Necklace and earrings completed the outfit. I had my ears pierced so I could wear earrings. Ann had wanted me to do it years ago, but now we could use this part as the excuse. My own long hair was.