At long last, it was about to happen. What I’ve always dreamed and longed for: to be dressed and made up as a woman and to have

male-female sexual intercourse with a man!

My friend is James Worth. James is a handsome, virile man who has confided in about me his bisexuality. And I have likewise

confided in James about my feminine, bisexual orientation. We are a perfect match, for James has always wanted as a lover a man who

pretends to be a woman.

James told me that he often fantasizes while having sexual intercourse with his wife that she is actually a male transvestite. He told me

that he always becomes more sexually excited when thinking that his penis is thrusting inside his sensual shemale lover’s surrogate vagina.

James believes that a true transvestite is more alluring and feminine than most genetic women, because the transvestite acts more feminine

and is more hungry to feel and experience the thrill and joy of the hard cock than most genetic women.

James is making foreplay love to me on the couch. He has taken off my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse. I am still wearing my padded long-line

bra, waist cincher, garter belt, sheer nylon stockings, spiked open-heel shoes, panties and my black, sexy and very lacy full slip.

My face is made up and my shoulder-length wig is carefully combed. My chest and legs have been carefully shaved to remove all traces of

unwanted hair.