Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 70.

– Find Part 1 here — Chapter list here –

Is it something they say about a drowning man? He was going down for the third time… Well, at the pool party I was drowning.

For the life of me I can’t quite understand how two people can discuss details of their new cars while, only a few feet away, the trannie hired entertainment is getting banged by a man that had just snorted down more powder than we get in a night on our Canadian ski hills.

If these people were indifferent to the behaviour being inflicted on me, they were no more indifferent than I was to the latest in the line up that was forming behind the man between my legs. I was phoning it in, to mix metaphors.

The men were preoccupied with the fact that one of their number had hastily disappeared, and after people were detailed to go and locate Gino, things went along as the evening had been planned. Annabel was as busy as I was. As I lay on my back looking at the light fitting while getting pounded by someone who needed a shower, I had time to reflect on the fact that now that I was more feminine than ever, sex had changed.

There was no doubt about it, I found myself quite different from the person I had been just a year or so ago. As far as sex went, I was more turned on by the context of it than the physical side of it. Just…