I didn't want to embarrass my Mistress by suddenly playing dumb and refusing to do my "trick". But, let's face it: Peeing into a toilet bowl on demand... and then doing the flush-and-put-the-seat-down routine? For an audience of young women? Well, that can be a little bit humiliating.But Brenda didn't call upon me that evening to demonstrate what a super-smart doggie I was. After the initial round of admiring comments and gentle head-pats from the two visiting babes, I had to be content with. Guys like that aren’t crossdressers, are they? This could be an utter disaster? We couldn’t possibly have anything in common. The bathroom door opened. Mitch turned and his jaw dropped. Standing in front of him was—well, Kaitlyn. The woman from all the pictures on her profile. In thirty minutes, this crude, stalky, tobacco-chewing roughneck had somehow managed to transform himself into an attractive woman. If Mitch hadn’t known better, he would have sworn it was not the same human being.. So it was my mates hen night and we had gone to bristol for a night out. i was ment to be sharing a room with my mate becky. It had been a long night of drinking and drugs and it was a great night. but then becky got into a fight with some girls ( i never did find out what it was about) but anyway she wanted to go home.Our train wasnt till 7pm the next day and here we were at 1am in the morning in the middle of a city that we didnt know dressed like whores, (becky in a black seethrough dress. "Ms. Taylor", she heard and looked up, jarred from her thoughts. The receptionist, a curly haired rehead with large boobs straining against a white button-up shirt, was standing there. "Mister Williamson will see you now", said the receptionist, whose name tag read "Katie". Without another word, the woman turned and headed down a long corridor, Hannah hurrying to follow after her. They stopped before a glass door, which Katie knocked on and then pushed open, ushering Hannah inside. Hannah took.