As you relax you recall the trigger clearly as if it just happened. Again your penis stirs. It demands attention. You may fight it, but your mind keep... returning to disturbing, very female, images: A well-filled sweater, a short skirt, or long smooth legs. If you fight further your thoughts turn to bouncing breasts, erect nipples, panties, long legs ending at a tight round ass, or a spread ready pussy. It is a hopeless resistance—you unzip your pants and slide them off. I tend to leave my. Merely playing at being a woman, by wearing women's clothes, behaving as a woman, and acquiring a boyfriend, will not satisfy his-her true longing, which is to become a shemale, not a female; if anything, cross dressing would merely be a cover, like a blanket of snow: "Would we able to wrap/ Everything up in a beau/ Or bow or bough,/ In a travesty of womanhood,/ All feathery with snow...." Instead, a journey is required, along a "highway" that is "as empty as it is long,/ TravelingFrom coast. I thought it a bit awkward to worry about that, but was I suprised when she got back! she had completely stripped herself except for the red garter belt, sheer stockings, and high heels. She told me to strip and then lie on the plushly carpeted floor facing the couch. She then sat on the couch and, to my great delight, put her high heel between my legs and began "masturbating" me with it. The straps on the heels exposed most of her sheer stockinged feet, so I felt both the leather of her pumps. I feel her tremble under me – nobody has done such a simple-yet-powerful thing to her and her body warms up as I move in closer. I move to brush her hair out of the way and she breathes in sharply. Oh? She wants something, well then; Gripping her hair in my hand, I pull it back, arching her backwards against my tits as I lean in and nuzzle her neck. My other hand slides around her front, taking her nipple between my fingertips, squeezing and pulling it away from her like a clamp.“Mmmmmm Gen.