The rest of my high school life was defined, to a some extent, by my coming out experience as Leslie with the three sailors that night in the woods (see "Leslie's First Time "). While not overtly feminine, I reverted to Leslie at every available opportunity, in my room, on late night excursions while the rest of the neighborhood slept, and of course with Kenneth. He was understanding and enthusiastic, at least in the beginning. It didn't take long however before I realized that his heart wasn't really into it with me as a girl. Kenneth and I were both looking for the same thing, a boyfriend. While he could fill that need for me, I couldn't be anything but Leslie for him. Over the next year he began to see me less and less, coming up with first one excuse then another. He found what he wanted at places like the bus station and began to spend more and more time there, picking up the soldiers and sailors that came through at night. By the time he graduated, we weren't seeing each other at all, and it would be years before we did. But that's another story.

For me, well I was concentrating on Leslie and what I could do to further her development. I was concentrating on it so hard in fact that I became careless and was caught in femme several times by my mother, who advised me each time that "this was not normal behavior for a growing boy" and that I should "act normal", etc. I swore each time that I would never do it again, and soon enough she stopped "catching" me. I think she just gave up and didn't want to think about it anymore.

My body remained much the same as I grew older, even through the agony of puberty, and I let my hair grow longer in the style of the times. I began wearing it pulled back into a pony tail, giving me a unisex appearance and eliminating the need for a wig when I dressed. I was spared the problem of facial and body hair, mine being only a light blond fuzz, which I controlled with an occasional shave, or application of Nair.

After Kenneth, my sex life seemed to come to an end. The rumors circulated at school, of course, but I never did find another boyfriend, or soul mate, after Kenneth. Apart from an occasional late night visit to the bus station, or one of the interstate rest areas, the remainder of my high school days were spent in sexual frustration. So much so that my only thoughts were of planning my escape after graduation, escape to a place where I could be Leslie every day, instead of the sneaking I was doing now. I couldn't wait, it seemed like an eternity until graduation, an eternity locked in clothes, a person even, not me.

I had worked for the local Holiday Inn my senior year in high school mostly at night and on the weekends as a desk clerk. I knew I could find a job with the company somewhere else in the country and began seriously looking just before I graduated. I picked the city first, Chicago, then went about finding a job, one in the housekeeping department that was advertised at a wage I thought would support me. I applied and was accepted for employment almost immediately. I explained to my parents that I was going to take a year off to explore the real world before deciding on college. They accepted it well, I suspect they knew I needed time to "find" myself, and I don't think they wanted the embarrassment of it in our home town.

So, less than a month after graduation, and with what little I had saved and what they had given me in graduation money, I found myself on a Greyhound to Chicago. I did have a job, and I had the name of a rooming house that accepted monthly renters, male and female (this was very important to me), and of course I had the reckless abandon of youth. I would be fine I told myself. And of course I had Leslie to be liberated.

The rooming house turned out to be the perfect place for me. I had my own room with bath, the boarders seemed to keep to themselves, and I began to "come out" more and more, first unisex and then gradually more feminine in appearance and mannerisms. I had brought with me everything feminine I had collected so Leslie had a very nice wardrobe and I lived as a very passable girl while in the house, with no comments from anyone else. My job at the Holiday Inn began as a 2nd shift assignment of cleaning rooms that 1st shift had not finished. There weren't many of those type rooms, so I spent most of my 3-11pm shift in the housekeeping office responding to requests for extra towels, soap and toilet paper. I wasn't required to wear a "uniform" and so I began to experiment, again first unisex and then increasingly more feminine until my normal work attire consisted of jeans (tight) and blouse, sockless, with women's sneakers. Underneath this (in fact underneath anything I had worn since high school) I wore lace bikini panties, bra, and usually a garter belt and hose. In tight outfits, I wore my old friend the kotex pad to keep all the male parts from showing. My hair was kept in the pony tail, but occasionally I wore it shoulder length. I had begun wearing a pale pink lip gloss and a hint of eye shadow. Next came polish for my nails (which I let grow and kept done) and toenails. I added each of these refinements over the course of a month, waiting each time for the ax to drop, to be told that my attire was unacceptable, but when it didn't come I just planned the next of my "feminization" steps.

Unabashed, I ventured into the likes of Sears, and Montgomery Ward, where I bought cheaper imitations of the lingerie I saw in Marshall Fields. I slept in style. It was great, I was pushing the envelope. For the first time in my life I was living as a woman day and night, 7 days a week, and loving every minute of it.

Sex was incomplete, I admit, and since I was dressed most of the time, I was aroused most of the time. Relief came in the form of my hand, or a large black dildo I bought from one of the sex shops on Michigan Ave. Venturing there brought back vivid memories of the heavenly sex I had in high school, and I thought about the booths in the back, wondering if they had glory holes between them.

Later that week, the thought kept coming back to me, keeping me even more aroused than usual. Leaving the hotel after my shift one warm evening in August , I decided to check that out, the bookstore being only a 15 minute walk from the hotel. As I entered the front of the store, there were 3-4 men loitering there, leafing through the collection of pornographic magazines on the shelves. All eyes were on me as I walked to the counter and asked for change for the videos. My voice, of course, gave me away, but the interest was there, I could feel the eyes staring as I put on my most seductive slink to the video booths.

It was dark back there, and I waited a minute or so for my eyes to adjust. What I saw was a corridor with a line of doors on either side. Each door had a light above it to indicate occupancy, and a listing of movies beside it. There were about 5 men standing about, some apparently trying to decide which movie to watch, others waiting to see which booths were occupied. They all seemed to turn and stare at me at the same time. It was arousing to me that I was passing as a girl in my jeans and blouse.

I walked the length of the corridor, taking in and being taken in by the stares. At the opposite end of the corridor was a turn to the right and a men's room, completely hidden from site until you actually walked back there. Beside the door to the men's room was an old couch, it looked out of place back there but I could imagine it came in handy from time to time, I made a mental note of that and opened the last unoccupied booth and went in. Dropping my quarter into the slot of the video machine I checked out the interior of the booth. It was small, about the size of a closet. There was nothing in the booth except the video, the light from which illuminated it like daytime. Halfway down the wall to my right was, indeed, a glory hole, about 4 inches in diameter. I hadn't noticed when I entered the booth, but the adjacent one was empty, at least initially. As I adjusted to the surroundings of my booth I heard the sound of the door of the adjacent booth opening and closing, indicating someone coming in. I heard the sound of a quarter being inserted in the machine next door followed by the distinct sound of a zipper. Unable to contain my curiosity, I bent and peered through the opening into the booth. I was rewarded by the sight of a magnificent (remember I hadn't had that many) uncut black cock being stroked slowly and seductively along its (at least) 8 inch length. Having sucked a cock or two through a glory hole, I immediately stuck my index finger through the hole, giving the universally accepted (at least at the bus station in my home town) signal. Responding to my offer, the cock filled the hole and extended at least 6 inches into my side of the booth. Overcome with desire, I reached out and took it in my right hand. Even with my hand around it, there was still a couple of inches staring me in the face. Oh god it had been a long time I thought, and that was the last thinking I intended to do for a while as I forced the foreskin back and flicked the tip of my tongue along underneath the bulbous head. He tasted wonderful as I continued to lick the head and then the shaft of this beautiful piece of man meat finally taking it past the loose "O" formed by my lips and into my hot waiting mouth. I rode him slowly, taking a little bit at a time, pulling it out til the head was between my lips, then sliding down on it again, until finally I removed my hand from his shaft so I could get it down my throat. As I did, my nose and lips pressed against the sides of the glory hole, and I heard his low moan on the other side of the partition. "Oh sugar" he moaned "suck my dick, baby". Like I needed to be told! I began a slow, sensuous blow job, moaning softly on his dick as it went to the back of my throat and beyond. I managed to work my hand back around the shaft and jacked him as I sucked. The combination proved deadly, and within a few minutes I could hear, and feel him building to climax, which I eagerly gulped down not spilling a single drop of his warm, salty load. I held him in my mouth until he was soft and he pulled back through the hole. "That was great" he whispered through the now empty hole "do you want some more"? "Yes" I whispered barely able to speak. "Come out to the couch" he said "you can be more comfortable there".

And the whole world can watch, I thought, the first thought since I started licking his dick, but the thought actually heightened my excitement. There's that exhibitionist tendency again.

I unlocked the video cabin door and walked quickly to the couch, excited, but not knowing what really to expect. There were about 5-6 guys standing in the "dark room" formed by the turn in the corridor, all watching me as I went to the couch and sat down. They crowded closer, and I could see that several had their fly open and were showing meat. The thought raced through my mind that I would have all of this cock tonight, every single one, at least once. I reached out for the closest one, an older looking man with white hair, and pulled his erect penis into my mouth, reaching out with my other hand to caress his ball sack. I worked my hand back and forth along his shaft as my head bobbed up and down on his cock.

Hands were working on my clothes now, someone unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it from my jeans. Keeping my new friends cock securely between my lips, I let go with my hands and finished taking off the blouse. The bra quickly followed, and two pairs of hands began massaging my nipples. Soon the same fate befell my shoes, jeans, and panties. In less than a minute I was completely naked.

"Well lookie here" I heard someone exclaim, "our little girl ain't a little girl, she's a he. Are you legal little he-she, or are you jail bait"?

"I'm 20" I lied. "Close enough for me" the white haired gentlemen proclaimed as he pushed his cock back in my mouth, his hand on the back of my head pulling me forward and forcing the cock head past my gag reflex and into my throat. I sat on the edge of the couch, with him standing directly in front of me as the rest of them crowded around to watch as I worked on him with vigor, pulling, squeezing, and sucking til he finally shot a huge, hot load into my mouth. He came so strong that I couldn't possibly keep up with it, and cum flowed out around my lips, down my chin, and strung to the floor. I continued to work the shaft back an forth in my mouth, the cum still flowing out as I blew "cum bubbles" between my lips. As the flow ebbed, I was able to swallow it faster and soon had his cock clean.

He pulled out, only to be replaced by another, slightly smaller one who rode my face til he, too, came in my eager, waiting mouth. And so it went, one after the other, each taking his place in front of me, and my eager mouth and hands attacking their cock and balls until they rewarded me with shot after shot of hot male love juice which I slurpped, licked, and swallowed, trying not to waste a drop. I was so hot that I licked up all the cum that had missed or run from my mouth to the floor. I was still hot when the last one had given up his load to me, so I didn't resist when one of the men pushed me back on the couch, pulling my ass to the edge. He lifted my legs until they were pointing straight up and he knelt in front of me, holding his cock head against my puckered, pink lipped hole. "If the little cocksucker liked it in the mouth, he's going to love it in his ass" he said as he gently pushed forward, and the head forced its way past those tight lips, and into my awaiting ass-pussy. I had been using the dildo for the last few days, so the muscles there were quick to give way to his insistent pressuring, and his full length was soon in me. I moaned with pleasure as he withdrew until only the head was inside me, then plunged back to the hilt. He kept this up, sending waves of excitement and pleasure through me.

While I was being soundly fucked by the stud in front of me, I reached over and grabbed the dick of the guy standing to the right of the couch. He moved over and allowed me to pull his half erect cock into my mouth where I proceeded to make him fully erect. As my ass-pussy took its fucking, my head bobbed on the cock to my right. We kept this up for what seemed an eternity (probably 5 minutes or less) until the cock in my mouth exploded and the cum I couldn't swallow ran out on the couch. Within another minute, I felt the warm spurts from the other cock coating my insides with warm goo. I was, indeed, in heaven as these two studs poured in and on me. The frustration of the last year was behind me, I had experienced the first gang bang of my near adult life, and I knew I had to have more of this. The book store could provide a convenient place to come for excitement and relief through a steady stream of ready and willing lovers.

Work was, at first, just a daily diversion until I could get to the book store. I was going there at least 3 nights a week, always finding at least one dick to suck, and often finding myself the center of a gang bang. All in all, a comfortable existence for a one time small town queen who used to steal clothes from the neighborhood at night and masturbated alone. Now I had the real thing.

Tommy, one of the black room service people on my shift, and I had become fairly good friends. He was gay, and confided in me that he made a few extra bucks from some of the many out of town business men who stayed in the hotel during the week. He didn't do anything during his shift, other than quick blowjobs as he made room service deliveries to the rooms, but he or one of his gay friends would come back after 11pm to take care of the overnight requests. "You and me could make some money, the way you look" he kept joking "there's plenty of men want to have sex with a he-she". "Yeah, you could be my pimp" I joked back " except I'm not so easy going with my money". While we never said it, I guess I had agreed to whatever he could set up.

Within the week he had a request from a businessman who wanted to have sex with a transvestite in his room. So, it was in that way that I found myself knocking on the door to room 3015 at 11:20 on Wednesday night. After my shift was over at 11:00, I had changed into the outfit I had brought with me that day, a very tight, very short black mini dress, long sleeved and open back, emerald green g string, black thigh highs, and black 4" strap heels. I finished it off with white pearls and a gold ankle bracelet. I looked the part, that was for sure, and even thought the house detective knew what I was up to, he didn't say a thing as I took the elevator to the 30th floor.

"Well, you're certainly what I had in mind" my new friend said as he opened the door and ushered me into the room. "Well, thank you" I said, almost in a whisper, just the least bit embarrassed by his stare. With his palm on the small of my back, he gently guided me across the room where a couch sat facing the patio doors, through which was one of the most thrilling views of Lake Michigan. "My name is Frank", my new friend announced as I sat down, crossing my legs which made the mini ride up until the tops of my thigh hi hose were showing. "And I'm Leslie" I responded as he handed my a full glass of champagne and sat down beside me. "Well here's to an evening among friends Leslie" Frank toasted, and gazed in my eyes as we both raised our glasses to drink. I felt warm and secure sitting on that couch with him. He appeared to be quite a bit older than me, possibly late 40's, about my height, and in fairly decent shape, at least not fat and balding. So far, so good, I thought as we finished the first glass of champagne and he rose to refill the glasses.

We made small talk, about jobs, the city, the hotel. Frank was from down state and traveled to the city on business at least once each month. He liked staying at the hotel because of the view of the lake and had, at least on one or two occasions let Tommy suck him off. But he explained that he wasn't really comfortable with that, it made him feel "homo" (I'm not sure if I was offended by that or not to tell you the truth), and he liked being with transvestites because it seemed more "natural" to him, the man to woman aspect of the relationship. I explained my experience as Leslie, the frustration of high school, the escape to Chicago, and my recent transformation. He seemed genuinely interested, which made it much easier to open up to him, and soon we were talking about everything imaginable, helped I'm sure, by the bottle of champagne, which was rapidly being drained. We were relaxed. There was no tension, sexual or otherwise, in the situation, just two friends chatting about whatever came to mind. Almost imperceptibly I felt his hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently as he made a point, stroking gently as I spoke. In a most natural response, so natural that I wasn't immediately aware I did it, I found my hand resting on his thigh, and I began brushing it lightly as Frank talked.

Without warning, Frank slipped his hand to the back of my neck, and pulled me to him. My mouth opened to his as soon as our lips met, and his probing tongue slipped quickly in. My arms came up around his neck as he gathered me to him and held me tightly. Our tongues continued to dance together as our hands roamed. Almost immediately my hand found the bulge in Frank's trousers, and as I massaged it, I could feel it growing. He pulled away from me, sat up straight, giving me full access to his fly, which I immediately unzipped, reaching inside for my prize. I found it quickly, my fingers prying it from his trousers. It was large, at least 9 inches, cut, and only semi erect now. I jacked it slowly, watching it grow in my hand. Frank grasped me by the back of the neck and gently pressed my head down to his lap, until my outstretched tongue was at the base of his cock head. I held his shaft with my right hand as my tongue made slow circles around the circumference of the head. He moaned with delight as I took the head into my mouth, my lips sealing around it and my tongue massaging its sensitive underside.

"Let's go to bed" he said, pulling my mouth from his cock. The bedroom was nearly as large as the living room, with doors to an adjoining bathroom and a walk-in closet on opposite sides of the room. Double, sliding, glass doors led to a balcony overlooking the city skyline. The dominating feature of the room, however, was the giant circular bed in the exact center of the room. It defined the purpose of this room perfectly.

Not knowing what Frank wanted, I chose to let him undress me instead of doing it myself. He started by unbuttoning and removing my blouse, as I stepped out of my high heels and then my skirt. He knelt and rolled first one, then the other hose down to my ankles, and, as I lifted one foot, he finished taking the hose off. Then the next foot, until I stood in only my g-string.

Now it was my turn, and I started by unbuttoning his shirt, then unbuckling his belt so I could pull his shirt tail out of his trousers and push it back off his arms. He kicked his shoes off as I unbuttoned his trousers and worked them down his legs. I kneeled as he raised one and then the other foot, allowing me to pull them over his feet. Next came the socks. He pulled his shorts down, and then off, as I rose, walked to the bed, and slipped under the covers. Frank joined me, completely nude, the site of his semi erect cock swaying as he walked to the bed drove me dizzy with desire.

He slid under the covers and we locked in a passionate embrace, his thigh coming up and expertly parting mine. I humped his thigh as he drove it firmly first against my ball sack and then farther back toward my ass pussy. My left hand found his cock and I slipped it down to his ball sack, massaging them softly as he drove his tongue into my mouth. He broke the kiss off and moved his mouth lower, to munch my erect nipples, and I encircled his cock with my fingers. As he sucked and slurped my nipples, I slowly jacked the entire length of his cock, until finally he rolled away, on his back, and I pulled the covers back to make room for what we both knew was coming next. As I did, I caught the first sight of his fully erect member standing straight, tall, and deliciously inviting to a cock sucking slut like me. I quickly moved my body down between his legs, positioning myself so his balls were directly in front of my now gaping mouth. I moved my head forward and took first one ball , then the other, onto my tongue and into my mouth. He moaned aloud as I sucked both balls in my mouth, where my tongue massaged them and the suction held them in. As I did this, both my hands were giving attention to his shaft, jacking and jerking slowly. I held the head in my hand and began lightly licking it, covering it with my saliva. Then I slipped the head in my mouth and massaged its underside with my eager tongue. As Frank moaned I slid down on the shaft, taking half of it in my mouth, with my hand around the other half which kept up the jacking. He was as hard as a rock now, and his cock had grown to what I thought must have been 12 inches. I worked it in and out until my throat was limbered up, and soon the entire length of him was within me. The head was bent down my throat, and my nose was buried in his soft curly pubic hair, which drew a low, long moan from me, a moan which reverberated down the length of Frank's cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and held me fast in this position, impaled as I was on his manhood, swallowing to the hilt his cock. Slowly he pulled my head off it and up to his, where he kissed me, engulfing my mouth as his tongue ran wild inside where the heat and taste of his prick still lingered. I sucked his tongue as far in as it would go, our teeth scraping together as we threw our mouths open to each other. As my hand went to his prick again, he spread my legs, pulled the g string to one side and slipped one finger into my waiting , puckered hole. I moaned aloud as he slowly worked it in past his knuckle as far as it would go, then pulled it out until just the tip was left in, and plunged back again, in a delightful finger fuck as I pulled hard on his fully erect member.

I felt my muscles starting to relax as the finger fuck progressively opened me up, and soon felt the second finger sliding into my now stretched hole. Sensing that I was still too tight for him, he pulled out, rolled over and got off the bed, going to his jacket where he produced a tube of lubricant. Returning to my side, he applied the jelly to his fingers as I rolled onto my stomach, spreading my legs so he had unlimited access to my hole. This time his two fingers slid in easily to the hilt, and were soon joined by a third and the finger fucking loosened me up quickly this time and before too long Frank had shifted his weight between my legs, spreading my cheeks wide with one hand while he guided his cock head to my waiting love hole with the other. The head pushed against my straining muscles for just a second before they gave way, engulfing the head as the steady downward pressure of Frank's weight began burying it inside me. There was a brief moment of pain as the tremendous girth of his cock stretched my sphincter muscles to then unknown dimensions, but soon the pain turned to a dullness, then increasing pleasure as he began a slow fuck, halfway in. As I thrust my ass-pussy up to meet his downward strokes, I could feel more and more of that big cock inside me until soon I felt his pubic hairs mashed against my open cheeks, then I felt his balls slapping against me. I couldn't believe it, I had taken that entire cock, at least 12 inches, inside me.

Oh god, what pleasure this man was giving me! Not since high school, when I had taken on the three sailors, had I felt so like a woman, offering up the ultimate gift I could give to a man. I had known my feelings about being a woman for years, the desire to dress, the desire to have sex with boys, all the things that led me to be Leslie. But now, here in this bed, with this man, my ass-pussy stretched wide by his invading cock, being fucked and fucking back, now, only now, was I complete! I knew that I could do this for the rest of my life and not tire of it.

Frank's breathing became faster, more violent as he plunged into me again and again and my breathing was labored as I thrust up to meet him, my face buried in the pillow, one hand on my swaying ballsack, the other holding onto the side of the bed. "I'm cumming" Frank groaned, but I had already felt the first spurts inside me, warming and soothing the lining of my stretched anal cavity as the cream first shot, then flowed, then dribbled out of his enlarged head. I was gapped wide to take his entire load, and my sphincter muscles contracted around his penis in a pumping motion in order to coax every drop possible from him. I continued to contract and release as he lay on top of me and I could feel his dick beginning to slip out of me, until , finally it slipped completely out and Frank rolled off, laying on his back beside me.

I draped my left arm across his stomach and reached down to caress the thing that had given me so much pleasure. It was wet and sticky, and I moved my head down to it and began to lick it. The mixture of Frank's cum and my sex was an incredible turn-on, I sucked his soft member in my mouth to have more and more of it. I let my fingers play with his balls as I massaged the underneath of his cock with my tongue. I held my lips against his pubic hair, letting the cock grow inside my mouth until eventually it pushed into my open throat. Pulling my legs toward the top of the bed, Frank switched us into a 69, my mouth still impaled on his cock and my legs spread over him with my ass-pussy open to his tongue. His tongue slipped easily into my lubricated hole and he began fucking me with it. The feeling drove me wild, and I bore down on the task of sucking his cock even more enthusiastically. I deep throated him, drew my head up til it was completely off his cock, licked and probed at the head and his pee hole, then slid the whole thing in my mouth as I sucked and jacked him. Before I knew it, and much too soon it seemed, I felt the tell tale tightening of his muscles and then the first warm sensations of cum in my mouth. He came strong as I lapped and gulped down each shot, not missing so much as a drop from my hot eager mouth. Soon I had him drained and dry, the delicious taste of his cum lingering in my mouth, long after it had all drained down my throat.

"That was incredible, the absolute best I've ever had" he whispered. "Thank you, it was so good for me too" I replied as I got off him and turned to lay face to face with him, our lips only inches apart. He reached up with his right hand to my head and pulled me to him, his tongue again in my mouth. We kissed and cuddled like that until sleep overcame us.

Sometime later in the night I was awakened from a deep sleep to the wonderful feeling of being filled by Frank's again erect cock. As I lay on my left side, with my right leg bent at the knee and pulled up towards my chest, he thrust into me from behind. Soon after I awoke, he filled me with cum, and we both drifted off to sleep again.

I woke him with a blow job, and he rewarded me with a creamy, salty breakfast.

I gave him my telephone number so he could call me whenever he wanted to. As I dressed to leave, he handed me $50, for a wonderful evening, he said. I was surprised, and for a fleeting moment I didn't know whether or not to accept it, but finally decided to keep it. "Thank you" I said as I slipped out the door, "call me anytime". I hurried back to the employee lockers where I changed into my "normal" day clothes. On a whim, instead of changing shoes, I left the high heels on. They looked good, I thought, and the combination of long jeans and heels with hose left no idea in anyone's mind as I walked to the subway and rode the train home. I had a few looks, but they were complementary looks. This was a very appropriate turn on after a very turned on night!

My mind was filled with thoughts of that experience for days, and while I didn't considered myself a prostitute, the fact that I had accepted money for sex bothered me. So much so that I confided my feelings to Tommy. "Hell, that ain't nothin to worry about, I sure don't get $50, maybe $20, maybe less" he said when I told him how much Frank had given me "but then you've got a whole different kind of john. Look at it this way, his wife don't or won't give him what he wants. He gets it from you. She's livin somewhere on his money, why shouldn't you get some for what you did? I bet he'd much rather be with you anyhow, you one fox". In his own way, with his unique logical outlook, Tommy cleared up any I might have had, and if I was a prostitute, it was OK. That's the way it was.

As I came to realize over time, that evening had another effect on me, an effect that shaped my life forever. I stopped visiting the adult bookstore during the next few weeks. While I had enjoyed it initially as an outlet for release of my pent up desires, I soon came to feel that my sex life would take a differenct course. Most of the men I had sex with at the book store there were just stopping in for a quickie, something they weren't getting at home I suppose. It was a release, and they didn't really care who gave it to them. While it had turned me on, especially the gangbangs, it couldn't possibly match the excitement and satisfaction I had that night with Frank. He wanted me as a woman, and he showed it by treating me that way. That's what I wanted in life, to be treated like the woman I felt I was. I had no desire to be a man. Oh, I was physically of course, but my whole demeanor, my whole sexual being was now centered around being a woman.

Frank was the first of many memorable experiences I had as Leslie in Chicago. I continued working at the hotel, continuing to service the occassional businessman wanting TV sex. I was good, giving them more than their money's worth, and even had several regular repeat customers. The money I made was mostly spent on new clothes, which helped me rationalize the whole idea of prositition, I guess. Not that I made all that much.

But for those perceptive enough to understand the feminine side of Leslie, to treat me with the respect and attention I craved as a woman, well just say they received something I had withheld before. In the role, with the right person, I became the epitome of a young, vibrant sex machine. I gave them everything I had inside me sexually.

My private life was taken over completely by Leslie, and I remained dressed at all times now. And that's how I met Nick.

But that's another story.......................

(To be continued)

© 1998 Leslie & Michelle Johnson