My hair, which was only medium in length had beenredone in a very nicely short but very feminine way, and with themakeup, I, as well as my sister were...both shocked at how I looked.Claire and I were both at a cabaret show with some friends, and saw afemale impersonator that was simply fantastic. There wasn't onegesture, look, action or detail that was in the slightest bitmasculine, yet we all knew it was a man. By the time we got home,Claire had decided that I would look just as good, and told. We regularly used to visit Mysore city which was quite a distance- 10 kms ( it was too much in the 1994’s). We have only two buses plying to our college from the city…29 and 30. one every 30 mins. Now whenever people talk about Mysore they immediately remember three things- Mysore palace, Chamundi Hills and KRS..Usually on weekends we hostelmates did not have any work and used to loiter around the mysore palace, or go to this temple or visit KRS . it used to be one of this each week. Week ends. I stiffened with fear, and embarrassment. Bill said, relax, what's wrong. Thinking he didn't know my underwear was missing, I said it was nothing and tried to relax. As Bill pulled me close to him, he turned me till I was facing him. Holding me against him the waves bobbed me up and down. I could feel my dick rub on his stomach and chest. Slowly it stiffened from the stimulation. After a couple of minutes of rubbing it was hard. Bill smiled and said someones having fun. I was worried he'd be. As I held his hip with one hand, I guided my erect cock towards his smooth, almost hairless, little asshole. We were both already breathless with anticipation. I slipped my cock’s head inside him and he moaned out loud, equal parts pain and pleasure. Now with both my hands holding his hips firmly, he reached back, put his hands on mine, and squeezed. I dug my fingers into his waist and pulled his ass back hard onto my cock. I was now deep inside him.Steven arched his back and lowered his head,.