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Robert Part 4, the cabin and becoming a working girl, sort of LOL.
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Robert Part 4, the cabin and becoming a working girl, sort of LOL. These stories are about my time spent as Robert's lover. They are real. Think of this as a diary of sorts. These are my experiences and memories from many years ago which are still clear and vivid. Everyone remembers the details of their youth with clarity. I bet you do. Am I right? These are my youthful days becoming a sissy, my transition from a to a submissive dumpster. I was a young girl, naive and youthful and wide eyed. Every day was a new adventure with many new experiences. day, I work a dominated, must be in control stress job. At night, as soon as I hit the door I transition to Ivana. It is a habit started years ago and a practice I still do this very today. I put the worries of the day-to-day behind me as Ivana. When I close the door to the outside world it is time for a shower, a complete shave, makeup, my wig and then slipping into clothing that feels so good against my skin. I transition from being in control, to being controlled and very submissive. Ivana is everybodies girl and easy. I need a man in my life like Robert again. If I were to describe Robert he was thoughtful, , controlling and adventurous. Robert was also nicely hung and endowed with a very large and very very thick cock. I am not a size queen. Attitude and assertiveness are the keys to me spreading my legs for you. Large and thick is an added bonus for me! Many men on here ask, are you passable? It is a tough question and one that I will try and answer. I think I am easily clocked. Not sure what "clocked" is or means? Clocked is when a shemale, transgender or crossdresser is spotted as being a man genetically. It is a sexual speeding . You sir have been caught doing 48 miles an hour in a mph zone and are birth. An example is, the construction workers I walked clocked me as being a lady boy.... which usually elicits many many rude comments. Personally, lemons into lemonade sweetie, I look for the quiet one in the , he is the admirer. I am over 6' barefoot and not petite any stretch of the imagination. In heels, over 6'5" with long smooth legs. It is amazing going through this process the of women, though small in who have a similar height and build. I envy those girls who are 5"4" and 0 pounds, half the battle is won. I watch the larger genetic girls carefully as to their deportment, how they carry themselves. It is never too late to learn. I have learned to pad in the right places to get those feminine curves I see on those genetic ladies. I rarely go out dressed in public. I do though and have several places where I can wander aimlessly to avoid. I have intentionally met men at these places and struck up casual conversation about benign and vapid topics. They will flirt with me. Odds are, I have a better figure, wear makeup better, wear better clothing, smell better than the wife he has sitting at home. Do I believe the casual man on the street has a thing for sissies, not at all. I think he liked what he saw. All men think with their cocks. Robert had . Robert was retired. At the time, I was a size 20. Packages would arrive without notice. Weeks would pass without hearing a word from Robert, though packages would arrive with some of the most sexy and tasteful clothing. I hear a knock at the door. It is Robert. We greeted each other with a a sloppy kiss and I invite him in. It seems that Robert was on a mission. He invited me on a weekend away to his cabin. He was in a hurry, his wife was shopping at the local mall. He did not have much time and was I interested. Of course I was interested. We discussed the dates. He kissed me quickly and got back to his wife. I found a cryptic note wedged in my storm door. "Baby Doll... Plans for the weekend are still on, wife is visiting family in Washington. I have invited several friends up for the weekend as well. Do not worry, you will fit right in. Kisses, Robert." I packed my suitcase with everything I could think possible. Friday evening rolled around and at 6PM sharp, there was a knock at the door. Robert grabbed my bags and off we went to the mountains. He was a different man tonight. He was relaxed and joking. He made the trip delightful. We arrived and his idea of a cabin and mine are completely different. It was a Colorado style log home, not a cabin as I had imagined. He carried my bags to the Master bedroom. He kissed me and asked me what I thought. I was amazed. I am asked, "Are you in the mood for some naked hot tub time?" I pulled my hair up into a bun and said "point the way!" We stripped and slipped in. It is an isolated area. Remote, secluded in the woods and several miles from another home. As we were chatting, I asked about the friends he mentioned that would be here this weekend in his note. He said you know one of them, Jim. He apologized for giving my to him and not letting me know. He smiled and said, it was not like he was s stranger. If you read installment of Robert Part 3 & 4, this will make some sense to you. Car lights could be visible... in the tree line. |
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