I had seen a lot of guys but not disturbed so badly. Then the next day I didn’t go to the college as I was sick of Ben.At twelve o clock in the afte...noon my calling bell was struck. I got up to see who it was. When I opened I saw Ben. It was like thousands of butterfly just flying around me. I shouted in surprise but the next minute I fainted. When I got up I saw myself admitted in the hospital and Ben was with me. He said I had a very high temperature and the doctor advised me to take 2 days. " Yeah?" I said, noting the word "pretty" with some trepidation. Was Iabout to be criticized for being gay or whatever? Was this all a setupto subject me to an angry homophobic's rantings, or worse? Was he afundamentalist Christian about to recruit me? Or was he gay himself andthinking that I was too?"I also saw your lace underwear that day, Kim." You did?" I did. And I'm wondering--I didn't want to ask you in your boss'office, in case it was a private thing--but I'm wondering if you are. The magazine was older and had obviously been flipped through numerous times. "You don't have to lie to me bud, your secret is safe with me," I said. Little did he know I had my own secrets to hide. I had been crossdressing for about five years almost daily, even shaving my legs during the summer so I could wear a bikini or one piece at the beach. I was kind of tall (almost five eleven) very thin, had long legs and a cute round ass, little body hair and very feminine facial features. I. Francine was smiling at me like the sultry wench that she was. In one hand was a tube of lube. She was dripping it on her glorious orbs, while using her other hand to message it in. Her tits shone with wetness. She winked naughtily at me when she saw me ogling her tits."Are you going to fuck my titties Uncle Jack?" Francine asked teasingly, smearing a slick coating of lube down between her heaving breasts."I certainly am!" I growled in response, still yanking at my clothing. "I'm going to bang.