It was fantastic!"For tonight, she'd outdone them all. The look on his face, the total contentment, said that he adored her. She knew he'd pick her.El...ie was still bleeding when she checked again in her bathroom at home. It wasn't as much as before, in Robbie's bathroom, when she'd tried to evacuate the sperm like a bowel movement. Then, she'd glanced in the bowl to see big spots of red thinning out in the water with the yellowish semen.In her bathroom at home, she'd ventured a finger into. "Yes, earlier today I was in the black lace bra and thong panties. Tyson loves that look, but the parties tend to be formal by our standards, which translates into skirts or dresses for the ladies."Barbara looked confused, but Heather must have been over by the dance floor because an upbeat tune started playing and most of the conversations stopped. I looked over to the small dance area and watched Heather tug Ed out onto the floor. "Dance his legs off!" someone shouted.Barbara stepped over to. What I like to do is get photographic evidence of my crossdressing in a public setting. I say ‘setting’ because I make damned sure no one will actually see me. There are still mixed feelings in my views on this. Looking like a slut is my goal, and it gives me a huge adrenaline rush when I am out somewhere public. If I knew that no one would be able to identify me or tell I was a man I would love to go somewhere like a mall where many people could see me. I would like to be able to go to a club. Looking up, I locked eyes with her. She was blushing furiously, but she still met my gaze with wide eyes. The moment seemed to drag on forever, and then a flashbulb went off behind my eyes as recognition struck. "Cherry?" Matthew?" Her eyes went even wider, and her flush raced down to her breasts.I gaped at her, my mind racing to catch up. Charissa Robbins, the license said. My mother's maiden name was Robbins, and Charissa was my mother's brother's daughter. She and I had spent many summers.