We had to haul all our equipment, ouramps and instruments and stuff over to the venue, which was this new artcenter called Audi's Room, named after th...s guy who'd died in a carcrash the previous winter. Most people around town knew the Audi story. His parents had a shit-tonof money and he'd been really popular in the school's art department andon the music scene. If he'd lived, he probably would have moved intodoing things like producing music or putting on shows. Maybe foundinghis own baby. During my evening prowls when the weather turned a bit chilly, I would also wear a black medium-lengthed trench coat, with the belt tied around my waist. I would make sure there was some frilly slip showing at the bottom, usually dangling off to one side so it would feel so sexy as I walked. I looked sexy as hell, and quite passable, as I was often told.I had been crossdressing for many years in the medium-sized city I was from that had been LGBT friendly. I would be fully smooth, shaven top to. My pussy felt weird, but strangely good. I couldn’t believe that i actually had a large heavy ring in my clit. The ring was big and heavy, about the size of a large bull ring. I loved the feel of it stretching my throbbing clit. He told me that i would not get any more piercings today, but that i would be getting inner and outer labia corsets. And a ring or lock through my crotch.As i left his office i felt extremely weird … sort of in a dream. I could feel the nipple rings pushing against the. Could it really work? Could Francesca Gonzales be tellingthe truth? She had heard of those tiny machines lately, noonites,naynites, or whatever they were called, being able to change people, buta whole catalogue of clothing with the little what-nots embedded intothem? Mind you, Francesca certainly proved herself when she called foryoung Alberto to come over and say hello; that boy had sure changed overthe summer... no more grubby sportswear for him. The boy was dressed inimmaculate white.