The woman who answered the door was Jamaican, with a gargantuan body under a flower print muumuu. In her case, the name of the garment was particularl... appropriate. She was "udderly" humongous.The place smelled of incense, or perhaps rancid sausage. On shelves were all kinds of sexual devices: dildos in a wide variety of shapes and sizes, from tiny to huge, even bigger than Harry Cocksworth, various colors, flesh tone, black, one the colors of the rainbow, and one striped like an old-fashioned. No, no. I should have told you to hold it open. I tried to stay calm, but I just felt like screaming. Checking my phone, I said, No signal. What about you? He took his phone out and half smiled. It has one bar, but thats good right? It was worth a shot, so I dialed Desirees number, but she didnt answer. So I just opted into sending her a text. -Hey its Tony. Were stuck in my basement. Come and get us!- I sent it and handed his phone back. Okay, now we just wait. I said. And we just sat there,. That's fine. Anything, Mark." "And there's something else. From tonight's experience with the spilledcoffee, so to speak. I think I see what you were trying to show me. Evenwhen they all look like women, there can be a lot of different types oftransgender experiences. "I mean, with you and all of those other girls who were on that show withyou, there are different lifestyles, different motivations and differentdegrees of femininity between all of you. For some, it's your life. Forothers, it's a. “I’ll have to get some heels first though”“What size shoe are you?” He enquired.“I’m an eight” I answeredHe went to the shoe rack and took out a pair of shoes with heels.“Try these” he said, “they are an eight and a three inch heel.”I slipped them on my feet they were very comfortable but I staggered a bit a I tried to walk.“You need a bit of practice, like I did when I started, you’ll soon get the hang of it” he assured me. I teetered around his room in the heels and my lingerie. He handed me.