Even hitching a ride is dangerous. I can justsee them claiming I'm a missing kid and put my picture in the paper. Ifsome good citizen gave me a ride a...d then saw my picture, they couldreport where they dropped me and then we're screwed.Randi's is about ten miles away and I have to get there as fast aspossible and leave no trail. A bus drives by, heading the wrongdirection but seeing it gives me an idea. Picking up my pace, I hurry tothe next block, which is on a major street, and have a seat in. .......We broke up not to long after that and then I knew I was hooked on this. A couple of years went byand I wanted to dress so bad but could not find a women that understood this. Finally, I beganacquiring lingerie, stockings, mini's, heels, a wig and so on. I found a look that I liked and worked onit. I shave my cock, balls, ass and sometimes my legs (winter time). When I begin to dress somethinghappens to me that is hard to explain. I begin to feel feminine and erotic, and can even cum. "You think you can handle me, fuck slut?" I started eagerly sucking his cock which he viewed as a sign of submission. He pulled her over by her hair so our faces were side by side."Suck me bitches!"I looked at the beautiful woman beside me, craving her, knowing I would have her. We took turns licking and lapping and sucking Trevor's powerful hard cock. She looked so sexy with his hardness in her mouth. So innocent, so pure, I could watch her all day.I kissed her cheek and played with her hair. My legs were like rubber—foam rubber. I massed almost twice Kelsey’s weight and I topped her height by a head, yet she didn’t show any strain as she walked me into the rain room. The falling water refreshed me. Scented soaps sluiced sweat from skin, then was in turn rinsed.“Total submission,” Kelsey told me. “You wondered why everybody was bald. It’s a Zheeyad tradition. First, the woman is stripped of her glory, her beautiful mane. She is made aware of her inner beauty. If we had time I would.