I forgot how amazing his body was; he was an athlete and built, 18 years old. He was kissing my neck when I said, shyly, "Quinn, I’ll do anything fo... you." He looked up at me with a sly smile. I wasn't sure what he was thinking and I didn't know if I liked the look on his face but, next thing I knew, his lips were all over my neck and his hands were searching for more of my body. He rolled over on his back next to me and said, "Take off your bra." I reached back and undid my bra; I slid it off. I didn’t want to waste my time. I decided to get enrolled in the centre recommended by my neighbor. She said they deal with the trainees very good and the female trainer Sruthi is a complete professional. I took an auto and went to the fitness centre in the morning. It was late and all the were leaving the place as it was already late after workout.I got enrolled and paid the amount for the training.The person who enrolled me looked quite middle aged and he introduced himself as Mustafa. He. On the way in he'd been cut up by an aggressive male driver who'd wounddown the window and shouted out 'Stupid woman' at her. This was justanother more extreme example of the misogyny that he'd experienced asAngela, Prior to the start of his cross-dressing experience he'd neverreally thought about such remarks, but with other thoughts churningthrough his mind at the moment, they were coming more to the fore.The office was eerily quiet when Angela arrived just as it normally wasat that time. The. ‘Anyway, Henry, I have to go.’ I ended with, wandering over to the phone hook so I could put it back on to charge when I hung up. ‘Okay. Love you,’ he replied, before hanging up. ‘Love you too,’ I said to the empty line. I hung up, and wandering into my bedroom, flung myself on the bed and blew through my teeth. I’d known Henry for eight years, ever since we were eleven year olds going into senior school for the first time. I’d lost my bag on the first day, and was rushing around, almost in.