And I want to be your first victim, unless you want some new pussy with some of my friends.” She gestured to the other girls.Jerry teased, “I’m ...nterested in every female here. Are there any sacred lines I shouldn’t cross? I’m new to this scene and don’t want to get cross-ways to anybody because of my ignorance.”Martin chuckled, “No lines, and as far as I can tell no boundaries either. The only sin you could commit with this group is nonparticipation.”Jerry moved beside an empty chaise. He. After a while, my mother accepted thefact that I would never become a real man: seeing me dressed up as a sluteveryday certainly helped her to understand the situation. She finallymade peace with me and even started to give me some suggestions. Myoutfits were way too sluty for her taste but she taught me how to perfectmy make up and to buy some clothes in stores. People didn't even notice Iwas a man, they probably thought my mother was going shopping at the mallwith her two daughters (Elena. "I knew it was hopeless. For those of you in the US it's like the Super Bowl but with soccer. But Jodi wasn't giving up and played her trump card. "Aww come on Brendan, I know a nice sheltered spot by the lake where we can have a little cuddle. Remember? We went there last summer and got all passionate?" Yeah, said Brendan, smiling at the memory, "Maybe tomorrow though? We can't miss the big game. You girls can go for a walk if you don't want to watch the match if you want." Jody looked at me. Let's go." Okay," Steve was reluctantly led away. "By the way, she sure looks sexyin that outfit!"As they walked out the door, I heard Tanya say, "So would you!"By ten o'clock, I thought I had gone through every misery a transvestiteslave could have. I had served dinner, cleared the table, and licked allthe dishes spotless before, putting them in the dishwasher. I had washedlingerie for the whole sorority and fearfully tiptoed out to hang it onthe line in the cool night. I had cleared things,.