As beach parties go, it had been routine until the sun set. The guys made a small fire on the beach and almost immediately, blankets and towels were s...read out in all directions. Until that moment, the farthest any boy had managed to get with Cathy was to place his hand on the outside of her blouse, but that changed within minutes of when she found herself in a passionate embrace on a blanket on the sand. Her date, with an obviously well practiced maneuver, had unfastened the top of her bikini. The boi placed a filled with link sausages, scrambled eggs, and two biscuits in front of me. I waited while he poured a glass of g**** juice for me. He fixed his food and joined me at the table. When I was finished, I got up leaving my dirty dishes where they were. He would clean them up. It was his job and he knew it.“Your lunch is in the bottom of the fridge,” he said referring to the cooler he packed for me daily. “Have a good day, sir.”“You too, boi,” I replied without looking at. Rachel continued, "What about E, M, M, as in "M" - Emm that way it stills stays the same as what we have been calling you all night". "Well that’s a good name!" I said "thanks girls". They looked happy with my response and got busy with the towels. Alice run her hands over me and declared me dry, cheekily she checked me more than I have ever checked myself - obviously my ass, cock and balls must have passed her inspection the second or third time she checked them! "Sorry Rach, sorry Emm" she. It's no longer our apartment building she's running from but an office building of some sort.I feel guilty. I should be helping out the firefighters. Instead I'm standing across the street dressed as a woman. I suddenly feel very self-conscious; quite vain in fact. I wonder how I look standing there in my heels, hose, panties, bra, makeup and wig. I sense contempt all around me. I want to say (to the men): "I bet I have better legs than any of your wives. In fact I know I do!" I feel downright.