Coincidentally, I’d been doing some heavy flirting online with another great looking young Aussie lady, ‘juicyjessie’ (hey, I didn’t pick her ...ame!), and when I told her I was on my way ‘down under’, she said she’d be happy to finally meet me. Believe me, that feeling was mutual! I had just finished off a drink at the BA lounge at Heathrow after scanning through my emails that of course had a way of piling up while I was away, when I heard the boarding call for what I sensed would feel like. Licking my neck.. Then asked me also to give a shot.. After that she was under me and I was over her.. I’d also lick her neck.. Then I’d move to her shoulder and then feeling good after that I moved to her boobs first I’d played with her boobs as they were little bit large in size and normal after playing with them they were tight and strong then I’d lick them after then I’d move to her stomach and lick it too..Then we hugged each other and took a break by laying over me.. After some minutes. ' she cryptically hinted at. 'What would you like?' I enquired. 'I'll tell you next week.' she said.Why did I want our next meet to consist of me as my male self? Well, to be honest, her lingerie and her immaculate make-up made me feel rather amateurish in comparison. Besides, I think I was genuinely attracted to her. Not the rather pleasant looking gent who would turn up in the morning, but the gorgeous creature who would sashay down the stairs half an hour later. But that was fantasy. He was. He had done it often enough. Transvestism was the current fashion in the academic set, and even drastic cross-gender behavior was nothing much out of the ordinary.Frank had a slim build and was only a couple of inches above average height. With a bit of padding at the chest and hips and application of appropriate emoluments, he could convincingly mimic the appearance of a woman. The difficulty lay in mastering the gestures: walking and talking like a woman, performing common, everyday actions.