The skirt was really short, black in colour and pleated. It was so short it just covered the hem of my slip. I then put on the blue silk blouse that f...atured a plunging neckline that allowed the top of my bra to be seen. I then placed the high heels on my feet and had to admit that they looked good on me although a bit tight.I could not believe it; I looked better than the girls at school. I then called out to Gene and waited for him to enter as I propped myself on the pillows. The look on his. But it wasn't. I'm aman. I'm tall. Handsome. Athletic. I don't even know this woman. Shestood there looking at me in her baggy t-shirt, her dark hair allmussed, eye make up smeared. I could see her breasts pointing out. Icould feel them. They felt real. Full, heavy. I lifted up her t-shirt. I saw her panties, her hairless legs. Looking down Itentatively reached out to feel my cock. I watched her hand cup hercockles area. Under the stretch fabric of the panties I felt a pussy. Ok.. She said come on dive in eat my pussy be my pussy clean up boy. I began to lick her sweet pussy lips and she began her story of her first day at the diner. She said that she didn't know when she was applying that most of the customers were horney black males who liked their white waitress a lot for more than just serving food! She said management insisted on the wait staff making the costumer happy. As she pushed my head down firmly into her love nest as I began licking her wet cunt. She had. Mymother's birth control pills had not only curtailed erections, but hadseen me develop breasts, hips and a female behind. I should have beenworried but all I could think of was how my new shape would make me moredesirable to Jason.I started to find myself becoming more girly. I was easily the mostgirly of all those in the scoocer training squad, and I was the only onewho was not a girl. I mixed more with the drama group socially, and"the it girl group" who were into fashion hair and makeup..