We pulled into the parking lot, parked, and startedwalking towards the door. My legs felt uneasy. I washanging onto Jon. I felt like running but knew ... didn’twant to.We entered the bar. I looked anxiously around. The barwas not full. I saw Dave sitting in a booth. We walkedover. Dave stood up to introduce himself. Next to me heseemed big. He had a big chest and shoulders. He was ahead taller than me. My eyes were at his chest height. Ihad to look up to talk to him. He shook Jon’s. Stop it, I scolded myself. "There. Done. Perfect," she said, obviously pleased with herself. "What do you think?"I looked up and turned my face side to side, taking it all in. It was perfect - not too little, not too much, just perfect. She knew me very well.We heard a knock at the front door. Todd was here. She hugged me making me promise to call her as soon as our date was over. I walked down the stairs with mixed feelings. However, as soon as I saw him, my hesitation turned to excitement. He. Online I confessed that my fantasy was to be ****d, to be taken, to lose all control and be some guys' fuck-toy. I told him that I liked that he was so dominant in our conversations. He showed me a picture of his cock and my mouth literally drooled. Mr. Online's cock was resting next to a large can of Red Bull and it was clearly thicker and much longer than the can. I told him again how I wanted to be his whore, how I wanted him to be that guy who ****d my ass, to come and make me his. I sat on the edge of the tub and began to paint mytoenails. As they were drying, I read the instructions on the back ofthe box and got started on my fingernails. It wasn't too long before Iwas done and my toenails were dry. I looked at my hands and feet andsmiled. Having no further need for it, I placed the towel back on therack. Though I was naked, with no breasts and a cock, I did have longnails and painted toes. Along with my blonde pony tail, I felt far morea girl than a man.Now, it was.