She came back carrying a dark wig."What do you think Simone? I just did a fast job with the makeup but withthis wig you could pass as a woman easily. ...et me put this wig on and thentake another look."She carefully placed the shoulder length wig on my head and I looked backin the mirror. My god, I was a woman. My cock immediately began to throbfor some reason. I was confused. I was turning myself on."Oh Simone, you look so good. You look so sweet, honey. There are someshoes by the bed. Why don't. " That's good." I pretty much already had figured out that nothing happened, probably." You sure seemed to believe it at the time ... In Toronto." I did believe it at the time, but I thought about it some more, after you left my room. It was just like you said it would be. After I cooled down, I realized that probably nothing had happened with you and ... Carla." But you left town anyway." Yep." And you've refused to talk to me for almost two weeks." I just decided this wasn't going to work,. "After you dived into that panier, the Sheriff sort of went insane. He not only thought you had vanished, but that I had turned into someone else, as well! He had thought I was a runaway, of about 14- that was what the 'vision' he was having about us was registering on his brain. Oh, and you were a sleazy bearded biker stereotype, with tatoos and open greasy leather vest, and missing teeth. Instead, you disappear in a three second interval, and when he looks back at me, I am Me, not some blonde. Some clients came nearly every night and if I was already busy they would join in with one at each end or sometimes Aunt Anne would help out. I loved best those men who liked to have sex dressed as a girl – it turned me on more also they seemed softer and more feminine. I guess it reminded me of Dad wearing his lingerie. When making love with men in lingerie I much preferred to be facing them so I could cuddle, rubbing our nipples together and share our cum with kisses. So I found double ended.