Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2016 18:15:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Barry Edmund <barry97_97@yahoo.com>
Subject: Everything's Going Swimmingly-1

Everything's Going Swimmingly??  Chapter 1

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		This will be turned into a TV cross dressing story. So if
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I will include in the story. This is my first Transvestite cross dressing
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me please. Eventually at least S & M, B & D and maybe even some other
surprises I can think of. barry97_97@yahoo.com

Now: "Every Things Going Swimmingly" Prologue

	I was ready, bags all packed to head off to the University thanks
for a Swimming Scholarship. It had been a long summer at the outside
swimming pool. I had been lucky enough to get a job as the pool life guard
for the summer. I stood in front of my bedroom mirror realizing how much my
body had changed over the summer. I was a good six inches taller, slimmer,
my blond hair was now a sun bleached blond. Lighter than it had been when I
finished high school and a good three inches longer. I thought it looked
super with my bright blue eyes. I had a more toned but slim tanned body
than I had when I finished high school. I had also turned eighteen the week
before. I finished packing and getting dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and
headed down stairs.
	"The summer passed way too fast." Mom had a hankie pressed to her
nose mopping the tears from her eyes.
	"Sandy isn't your baby any more." Dad said. "Stop with the crying.
He'll be visiting for the holidays. He's only three hundred miles away. I
told you, you could come to the train station to wish Sandy off."
	"He's our only child, he'll always be my baby." Mom said continuing
to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. "I don't want everyone to see me
crying."
	"Dad's right. I'm not a baby anymore mom." I said hugging her
before following dad out the back door. I'll write to you mom."
	"I still think you could be a wonderful clothes designer, but
you're dad is forcing you to take Architecture. You're dress designs have
been fantastic dear." Mom said.
	"Leave the boy alone." Dad said. "I only want Sandy to get into a
manly career. It was/is good enough for me. Why not Sandy. Dress designing
is for fags."
	 "Don't listen to your father. I'm sure there are plenty of
straight men dress designers. You're dad is just not using his head. I know
you'll do well, so I don't need to give you instructions, how to get along
at University. You've always been bright and eager. You'll make loads of
friends. You've always been popular at school." Mom said kissing me on the
cheek like I was a child going off to my first day of school, instead of
heading for College.
	Dad stuck his hand out the car window. "Good luck Sandy. Don't
listen to your mother and her dress designing, it'll only cause you grief
with the other boys at school. You kept your mouth shut with your friends
here, so keep it that way." Dad said.
	"If you say so dad." I said, turning and walking to the train
station, not looking back.
	I ended up with a seat to myself all the way. I thought about what
mom and dad had talked about, since I finished high school. I had only told
mom I wanted to be a fashion designer but she had to go and tell dad. Dad
was upset with me and I ended up taking his advice and apply for
architecture courses. When I got to the train station I caught the city bus
heading to the University. I had done my homework about the city transit
before leaving home.
	The University was a far cry from high school. It seemed to dwarf
my high school. I headed in the front doors looking for my dorm room. But
then high school seemed to dwarf pubic school. My dream career was to be a
fashion designer but I decided it was better to follow in dad's footsteps
and become an architect. At least I'd still be designing, houses instead of
women's clothes. If I was lucky I could also be a Y swimming and diving
coach. Those and gymnastics were the sports I majored in. But dad was
disappointed and blamed mom for not trying out for manly sports like
football, basketball etc.
	One thing for sure dad was really built and I admired his muscular
body when he was wearing his gym clothes or baggy bathing suit. He said
tight small bathing suits weren't his thing. Only boastful men and fags
wore small tight bathing suits. I never did get to see his dick and that is
what I'd always wanted to see. I figured it was a man thing to compare my
dad's dick to mine. I wondered what I'd do with dad's dick as well. Maybe
even suck it? Who knows!
	I found my dorm and hoped I'd have a nice friendly roommate. I
hadn't met him yet and this was to be the first time I ever had shared a
room with someone else. I walked in my new room after unlocking it. It was
empty except for an open suit case on the single bed closest to the
window. I figured who ever was my roommate had already arrived claiming the
bed by the window. There was at least four yards. separating our single
beds. I placed my suit case on my bed opening it placing my clothes in neat
piles on my bed. I was getting hungry by the time I had emptied my suit
case placing all my things neatly on my bed. Except my good shoes and
runners I put under the side of my bed. I didn't want to put my clothes and
other things away until I found out what closet and dresser was mine. I
looked at my watch remembering lunch was served in the cafeteria only
between noon and one. I had the whole weekend before my first day of
classes.
	I walked in the cafeteria half full of young men around my
age. Most looked to be in their late teens and early to mid twenties. I
gathered they all had athletic scholarships for different sports. All the
male students had good builds. I was told the University was an all male
University. Across the city was an all female college. I had read the rules
that indicated no females were allowed in the dorms. I didn't know the
reasoning for that rule, after all I had considered myself an adult. Not
that it mattered. I had to concentrate all my free time on my homework,
swimming, diving and in the gym in high school. I hadn't had time for
dating and wasn't particularly interested in girls. I enjoyed being around
the guys working out in the gym, swimming and diving. I already missed my
best buddy I hung our with since grade school.
	Ben was always taller and more muscular than me, he was on the
football team as a running back and I often watched him playing against
other schools in our city. Ben would come to my swimming and diving
competitions. I don't think he noticed how much taller I had grown over the
summer but not gaining much weight. I was a lot more slim, my hair lighter
from the sun with a golden tan. Even though Ben was a good six inches
taller he had gained a lot more weight than I did and his was all
muscle. He was a real hunk by the end of the summer. Since we we did
different sports from each other I had never seen him nude. The least I'd
ever seen him was in his loose fitting bathing suit. I have to say I liked
looking at his muscular body but I always wondered what his cock and balls
looked like, both soft and hard. Mine was just over seven inches not skinny
or big around, I supposed it was just average.
	I liked the guys I worked out with in the gym, swimming and
diving. They had great muscular bodies and I often took peaks at their
balls and dicks in the shower. I tossed it up to curiosity and most men
compared their bodies, balls and cocks with each other. Although I have to
admit I never saw any of them actually looking at each others cock and
balls. I don't think they saw me looking at their bodies, cock and balls
either.
	I looked and joined the line up at the serving counter. My
scholarship included food and board as well as tuition so I lined up. In
front of me was a big guy that could have passed for Ben's twin as far as
his body went. Ben had sandy hair and blue eyes with lighter hairy legs and
chest. Under Ben's arms his hair was thick and darker than his head and
legs. This guy had dark hair and hairy dark muscular legs while he was
wearing shorts. He might have been of Italian or Greek nationality. I
couldn't be sure only seeing him from the back. He sure had a broad back
and I imagined a muscular chest and stomach. He had his arms and hands to
his sides wearing a sleeveless white T-shirt so I could see his muscular
dark brown, biceps. In other words he is a real hunk. I saw the side of his
face when he turned picking up a tray putting it on the counter. I could
see his dark brown eyes, square jaw and wondered if he was a football
player.
	I must have looked at the guy longer than I realized. The guy
turned to me. "What the fuck you looking at?" He growled sounding
angry. "What the fuck you doing here in the first place. This is an all
male school. Females not allowed. Not that the guys wouldn't throw you a
good fuck." He laughed. You're not half bad looking, except you haven't got
any boobs. Shit you're not a girl you're one of those TV things."
	"Excuse me but I'm not a TV. I happen to have a swimming, diving
and gymnastic scholarship." I tried shouting, but it even I realized the
way it came out, didn't sound very masculine.
	"Glad you're not my roomy. I can't stand fags." The guy said.
	I felt my face heating up all the guys staring at me. "I'm not a
fag." I attempted to shout. "Maybe you're one."
	That did it. The guy grabbed my T-shirt pulling me until I was face
to face with his beet red face. "Who the fuck you calling a fag, homo?"
	"Leave the fag alone Doug. I'm sure with no women for miles we'll
find a good use for the fag." The guy standing on the other side of Doug
said.
	"Fine, you have a good point Stan." Doug said letting go of my
T-shirt and shoving me back. I caught myself just in time from falling.
"What's your name bitch."
	"My name is Sandy, not bitch." I said keeping my voice down.
	"Shit, it's even got a women's name. Sandy. Your parents must have
thought you were a girl when they named you, bitch." Doug laughed.
	"Sandy happens to be a boys name as well Doug and quit calling me
bitch." I shouted.
	"Bitch, bitch, bitch. What are you going to do about it bitch."
Doug said.
	I was too worked up to eat now so I dropped my tray back on the
pile of trays and headed out of the cafeteria. I heard laughter as I walked
out of the cafeteria. I could feel hot tears running down my cheeks as I
walked down the hall heading for the elevator. When I got to my floor I ran
to my room. I hoped my roommate hadn't come back while I was gone. I wanted
to be alone. Thank goodness one thing went right my roommate wasn't in so I
had he room to myself. I flopped on my bed unable to control my
sobbing. This was the worse day of my life and it was only the first day of
school.
	I realized I had to control my crying before my roommate came in. I
wiped my nose with Kleenex I had in my suit case sniffling. I was cold but
sweating at the same time. I guess that's what was meant by a cold sweat.
	I was finally pulling myself together when the door opened. I
jumped not knowing who or what to expect. "Hello roomy." A guy in his early
twenties walked in. He had short dark blond hair, around five-eight or
nine, bright blue eyes, what I could see of him he had a good build. He was
wearing baggy jeans and a loose fitting T-shirt.
	"You're the guy the guys were picking on. Don't pay them any
mind. Their just bullies. Not all the guys here are like Doug. Actually
Stan isn't a bad guy once you get to know him. Sorry for my rudeness, my
name is Kevin, Kevin Dolten." Kevin said walking to my bed and extending
his hand.
	"Glad to meet you Kevin, it's even better that we're going to be
roommates." I said trying to smile. "I guess you know this is my first
day."
	"Yes, it takes some getting use to, being away from home for the
first time. It is your first time being away from home isn't it.........?"
Kevin said.
	"Sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Sandy, it's also a
boys name." I added.
	"Yes, I know. One of my friends back home is named Sandy." Kevin
said sitting beside his suitcase on his bed. "Glad to meet you Sandy. To
bad the last campus girl, graduated last year. She could have helped you
find yourself. I got to know her quite well. If you know what I mean. Wink
wink. Her name was Paula.
	"What are you talking about Kevin. I thought girls weren't allowed
on campus? Did you and the other guys sneak Paula on the school grounds?" I
asked.
	"No, no. No one sneaked her in. At first she started wearing
women's clothes. I was told the guys saved up so he/she could get
implants. You know like real women getting implants, to make their breasts
bigger. They're called silicone. They got their money back and even more
when they prostituted her out to the guys in school. I paid for her a few
times the last couple of years. Too bad she had to go and graduate. She was
like a real girl except we fucked her ass. She always had her dick in a
cage. Paula said once she started working she was going to save up to have
the operation to make her a real woman. It's supposed to be expensive and
students here couldn't afford to pay for the operation." Kevin said.
	"What the heck are you talking about, you mean your Paula was a TV?
I'm not a TV." I said.
	"I know you're not a TV. Either was Paula when she started at the
University. The guys had to teach him to be a girl. I gather she dressed in
women's clothes in private, like you do. Did you bring any dresses with
you?" Kevin asked. "You don't have to be embarrassed around me. I
understand. The guys that knew Paula will understand and the new guys will
grow to understand when they need some nooky. They like their girls to
dress the part at least in public. Know what I mean?" Kevin winked.
	"No I don't know what you mean. I don't wear dresses even in
private. So stop winking at me. I'm not like, Paula, you're talking about."
I said, feeling a bit confused.
	"I was told neither did Paula when she started University. He/She
thought he was a regular guy like you think you are. He/She thought he was
Paul, but the guys straightened him out about that. Hehe. Get it
straightened him out. More like gayed him out. He was told in no time
he/she by then, was a screaming queen." Kevin said.
	"Believe me that's not me." I said. "Get that out of your
head. Let's talk about something else."
	"Like what?" Kevin asked. "Sports. I mean real sports not fag
things like swimming, diving and gymnastics. I mean baseball, soccer,
hockey, football, sports like that."
	"Wait a minute swimming, diving and gymnastics aren't fag
sports. There are darn good men, real men swimmers, divers, gymnasts. So
there!" I said, beginning to loose my temper.
	"Yes I know. They're the ones that enjoy a beer or two, watching a
good hockey, football, basketball game. You probably never watched, those
sports. Have you?" Kevin asked.
	"Well no but mom ruled the T.V., television that is, not TV as in
he/she. Mom is real proud I'm a swimmer, diver and into gymnastics." I
said.
	"Yeah I bet she is, but what about your dad. I bet he doesn't go
around bragging about you. Does he?" Kevin asked.
	"Well, not exactly. But I'm sure he's proud of me just the
same. Mom says he just doesn't show his true feelings of pride, like she
does. What's that got to do with the junk you're talking about?" I asked.
	"Everything. I guess I'll need help for you to realize what you
really are Sandy. At least you won't have to change your name. You already
have a girls name." Kevin said. "Lets talk about it another time. I have to
unpack have a shower and get ready for the first day of school tomorrow."
	"I have to unpack, shower and get ready for class tomorrow as
well. Stop telling me all that junk, what I'm supposed to be. Besides there
are plenty of guys named Sandy, like your friend for one and two Sandy
Koufax. You going to tell me your friend and Sandy Koufax are pansies? He
pitched twelve seasons, my dad told me for Brooklyn, L.A. Dodgers and is in
the baseball hall of fame."
	"That's true, but not every Sandy is like Sandy Koufax and my
friend.  You shouldn't go around claiming to be like my friend and Sandy
Koufax. He was a true man, unlike you Sandy." Kevin said.
	"Stop insinuating I'm not a true man. I am, so there." I said
feeling flustered. "Go take your shower and leave me alone."
	"You seem to think I'm picking on you. I'm not. I'm just doing my
best to point out to you what you really are. Don't worry the guys told me
it took a while to convince Paula who she really was as well.  Speaking of
taking a shower. Sure you don't want to come with me. Take a look at my
goodies. I don't mind. After all you'll soon be dressing like a woman in
public, not just in private." Kevin said, not sounding malicious. He
actually sounding like he believed what he was telling me."
	"No thanks, get out of here and go shower. I'll shower later." I
said.
	"Fine I know you want to have a peek. You haven't taken your eyes
off my basket since I got in here and don't try to tell me you weren't
looking." Kevin said grabbing his towel out of suit case. See you later
Sandy."
	"Yeah see you." I said as Kevin walked out of our room. I had to
admit I had been wondering what his dick looked like. But weren't all men
curious about other men's dicks? I wondered if other men wondered what a
dick felt like in their mouths, like I did. I had a lot of weird ideas like
maybe some guy pushing his dick up my ass. That was one of the weirdest
ideas I had.
	It seemed forever for Kevin to shower and wondered if he was
jacking off. Now that would be nice to watch, I thought. I unpacked putting
my clothes in the dresser drawers on my side of the room as well I hung up
my shirts and pants. I finished unpacking. Kevin returned from the shower
with a towel around his waist. "I'm nice and clean, do you want to start
practicing on my dick?" Kevin said taking his towel from his waist. His
thick cock bounced out slapping his wash-board stomach.
	"Practice what?" I asked, but had a feeling Kevin meant for me to
blow him.
	"Blowing me of course. Some of us guys don't mind you're not
dressed like a girl, but most will. Don't be shy come on over and get on
your knees." Kevin said looking at me as if sucking his cock was supposed
to be natural for me. I did like the looks of his cock which was drooling
pre-cum.
	"No way. I'm not down for that kind of stuff." I said, even though
I would have loved to taste my first cock.
	"In that case why are you licking your lips staring at my seven
inch dick?" Kevin asked. "Answer me that. I told you, you don't have to be
shy around me. A least with mine you get to practice before taking on the
big cocks. At least work my balls with your tongue." "I'm sure some of
Paula's things will fit you, especially her cock cage. No one will want to
see your cock. The cage prevents you from getting hard when they fuck
you. She took most of her dresses but did leave a few she got tired
of. Your an inch or so taller than she is." Kevin said without taking a
breath.
	"I told you I'm not interested in dressing up. Mine is six inches
and not half as big around as yours. You mean to tell me there are guys
with bigger cocks than yours?" I asked.
	"There sure are and you'll be enjoying them as soon as we have you
wearing some of Paula's old dresses. As soon as we save enough you can buy
some of your own. She left a load of make up as well. So at least you won't
have to get make up. Your hair is a long enough to shape like a woman's as
well. Never mind that for now, get down and work my cock. You said no to
dressing up, but not to sucking my dick. Get down and I'll instruct you."
Kevin said. "Be lucky your my roommate and not one of the tough black guys
roommate's."
	"What do you mean by that. The tough black guys?" I asked.
	"You'll find out soon enough." Kevin said beginning to sound angry.
	"Never mind all that shit, get on your knees in front of me and
learn to suck cock." Kevin ordered.
	"Yes Kevin!" Without thinking dropped to my knees in front of
Kevin. "What do I do?" I asked!
	"That's better. First you call me Master or Sir." Kevin
said. "Next, ask me permission to lick my balls properly."
	"May I lick your balls Sir." I said wondering why the hell I was
letting my new roommate treat me like his slave.
	"Permission granted GIRL." (emphasizing GIRL)Kevin said looking
down at me with contempt.
	I looked up at Kevin before looking at his balls, directly in front
of me. They looked to be the size of two golf balls, wondering what to do
next. "Don't call me girl, Kevin." I said feeling embarrassed by Kevin
referring to me as a girl.
	"Shut up." He said slapping my face. "Next time I'll paddle your
ass. You didn't call me Sir and you are a girl from now on. Get used to
it. Don't just look at them SANDRA, (emphasizing SANDRA) lick them. Go
ahead and don't stop until they're soaking wet and I give you permission to
stop. GIRL!" (emphasizing GIRL)
	I didn't press the matter instead I looked up at Kevin sticking my
tongue out and pressing it against his ball sack. I started to lick
them. They weren't as bad tasting as I thought they'd be. I kept licking
and licking taking them in my right hand kneeling flat on my lower legs
under my ass.
	Kevin continued looking down at me as I licked his balls. They were
soon soaking wet with saliva. "That's good now take one of my balls in your
mouth GIRL. Keep your teeth away from my balls.
	I knew it would take some getting used to being called a girl and
Sandra, from my new roommate.  I wasn't about to contradict Kevin. I opened
my mouth as wide as I could taking one of his golf ball size ball's in my
mouth. I had no idea what to do next.
	"Now carefully swish it from cheek to cheek." Kevin instructed in a
less angry tone.
	I looked up at him doing my best to swish his ball from one cheek
to the other while keeping my teeth out of the way.
	"Now the other one."
	I spat out the first ball ready to take his other ball in my
mouth. "Who told you to spit out my other ball. GIRL!" He said with a touch
of anger in his voice, (emphasizing GIRL again)
	"I'm sorry Sir. I'll try to do better." I said bowing my head
looking at his feet. I raised my head looking up at him. "Permission to try
again Sir."
	"Go ahead. GIRL!" Kevin said emphasizing GIRL. "Take one ball first
and then the other and shove them in each of your cheeks. You're even
slower at learning than Paula was. Smarten up."
	"Yes Sir. Maybe because Paula wanted to be a girl. I don't want to
be a girl." I said looking up at Kevin's angry face.
	"Neither did Paula at first, so shut the fuck up and do as your
told. You have to get it through your thick skull you're a girl not a man."
Kevin shouted sounding angry. "Get to work on my balls. NOW!" (Emphasizing
NOW)
	"Yes Sir." I said loud and clear before taking his left ball in my
mouth pushing it to my right cheek. I did my best to keep his golf size
ball in my cheek while taking his right ball in my mouth. Some how I forced
it into my left cheek looking up at Kevin, wanting his approval.
	"That's better now it's time for you to learn to suck dick. Spit
out my balls first and wait for my instructions." Kevin snapped at me
sounding annoyed.
	I spat first one ball out before spitting the other ball out
looking up into Kevin's brown eyes. "I'm ready Sir." I said.
	"Good lick up the underside of my seven inch dick until you reach
my cock head and pull it down with your hand." Kevin instructed.
	I licked up the underside of his cock along the big tube sticking
out. When I reached his mushroom shaped cock head drooling pre-cum I took a
hold of it pulling it down. I was about to spit the pre-cum that ran in my
mouth before pulling his cock down. "What the fuck do you think you're
doing. Swallow my pre-cum, don't waste it. Anything coming out of another
man, your to swallow. I do mean anything. Swallow what's in your
mouth. GIRL!" Kevin ordered. "Don't forget to thank me.
	I could taste his pre-cum sitting on my tongue. It didn't taste as
bad as I had expected as I swallowed his pre-cum. "Thank you for allowing
me to swallow your pre-cum Sir." I said.
	"That's better now open your mouth wide I want to make sure you
swallowed my pre-cum. Remember you're to swallow ANY thing I decide to put
in your mouth." Kevin said. "When you have your mouth open stick out your
tongue."
	I opened my mouth as ordered, sticking out my tongue. Kevin leaned
over looking in my mouth and to my horror he throated up phlegm from his
throat and spat it in my mouth. I couldn't believe what he had just done
and I was about to spit it out. I then remembered just in time. I closed my
mouth holding my breath swallowing his phlegm. "Thank you Sir." I said
after swallowing his phlegm.
	"Have you eaten your own cum before?" Kevin asked.
	"Are you kidding?" I asked. I had eaten my cum but didn't want
Kevin to know I'd eaten my own cum before. I didn't want him to label me as
fag. I wondered what another guys cum tasted like? Then it dawned on me, I
had swallowed his pre-cum and phlegm and I was worried about him calling me
a fag.
	"Be Honest. I know you have. I can tell the way you're looking at
me. I don't appreciate training a bitch that lies to me. So never lie to
me.
	"Okay I won't lie. I've eaten my own cum. I was curious how it
tasted. That's the reason I ate it." I said.
	"That's better. Like I said I don't want my trainee to lie to
me. Take my cock head in your mouth. Watch your teeth." Kevin said. "Don't
you dare scratch my cock with your teeth."
	"I'll try." I said remembering in time to add. "Sir."
	"You'll do more than try. GIRL!" Kevin said looking down at me and
frowning.
	I opened my mouth as wide as I could, stretching it wide open. I
leaned forward taking his big cock head in my mouth. I pressed my lips
around his cock shaft with his cock head in my mouth. I managed to keep my
teeth from his cock. "Okay open your mouth slightly while I shove my cock
in your mouth. SANDRA!" Kevin said. (emphasizing SANDRA) He took my head
between his hands looking down at me. He pushed his cock further down my
mouth causing me to choke when his cock head pressed against the back of my
throat.
	"You'll have to do better than that. Be lucky I'm horny and won't
push you this time. Reach up with your hand and jack my cock next time I
push my cock in your mouth."
	I couldn't answer with his cock head in my mouth. Somehow I managed
to take a deep breath through my nose. "At least you have enough sense how
to breath with my cock in your mouth. Paula didn't the first time. Take
another deep breath and let it all out and I'll shove my cock to the back
of your mouth."
	I took a deep breath in letting it out. Looking down in my eyes
Kevin shoved his cock in my mouth not quite to the beginning of my
throat. "Get jacking off my cock. SANDRA!" He ordered.
	I raised my right hand doing my best to jack his cock. It was
awkward jacking a cock the opposite way that I jacked off my own cock, but
I did my best.
	"That's the way keep that up and you'll soon be rewarded with my
load, your first cum from someone else cock. Work my cock. That's the way
faster."
	I jacked Kevin's cock the best I could with his cock close to my
throat. I couldn't breathe and I was afraid I'd die with Kevin's cock in my
mouth. Thank goodness Kevin's breathing became labored and I knew he was
getting close, at long last.
	"That's it, that's it." He huffed and puffed. His cock grew thicker
and longer, vibrating in my mouth. I knew he was shooting his load in my
throat.  He pulled his cock out until I managed to breath my mouth filling
with his big load. "You got it all." He huffed and puffed pulling his cock
out of my mouth. "Open your mouth and let me see my load on your tongue."
	I opened my mouth carefully sticking my tongue out. "Close your
mouth and swallow my load." Kevin answered.
	I closed my mouth swallowing Kevin's salty, sweet load. "Thank you
Sir." I said as soon as I swallowed his load.
	"You did pretty good with your first lesson. I'll go down tomorrow,
to my locker and bring up Paula's clothes, she left behind. Thank goodness
these dresses were too big for her so they should fit you perfectly." Kevin
said. "Go ahead and take your shower. You're finished for today. Don't
think you're off the hook. You're real training starts tomorrow."

Any ideas from TVs and cross dressers.  I'd appreciate your help.  I'm
thanking you in advance.  barry97_97@yahoo.com