Finally, one night I dressed up and went out to one of the local gay bars. I only hung around awhile, but no one laughed at me or made a big deal abou... it.” “But I’m not gay.” “Well the gay bars also support the transgender and cross dressing communities as well. So I was just another person in the bar. As far as the other stuff, yes, the first few times are hard. You first need to get comfortable in full dress. Have you bought anything other than bras, panties and nylons? And have you shaved. Until one day, your dad mentioned a friend of his, Jeremy, was expanding his landscaping and construction business to the neighborhood nearby. He said the work was going to be hard, but that Jeremy was a stern but fair "leader". That word stuck out for you. At this point, being 27, you really couldn't complain.Calling him up the next day, you found he had a gruff but almost fatherly personality. Jeremy said to meet up at his office and you'd discuss it from there. He gave you directions, an. Officer, there must be a mistake," she protested."We'll discuss this further at the station. Now, please cooperate, ma'am," he answered as he frisked her, hiking up her sundress in the process.Doreen was too surprised to notice the lack of proper police protocol. The "officer" handcuffed her. When he put her into the back of the van and gagged her, she realized too late that he was definitely not from law enforcement of any kind. To make matters worse he cut off her sundress, leaving her. I even pictured a boy who lived in my neighborhood fucking my ass while I fingered myself with three finger... that boy was an asshole, but he had quite a nice body, and in my fantasies he had a big dick. So, I was fucking myself with three fingers while thinking at his big dick... and I thought three fingers were a huge girth.But eventually, as years passed, I managed to stretch my asshole more open, and I was able to take three fingers as a standard after only a couple of minutes of loosening.