The woman in the red dress was no longer in a red dress, and to my horror, as she turned, I saw that my wet dream girl was a guy, a transvestite. Worst of all, even shriveled in fear his dick was bigger than mine. How could I have mistaken that drag queen for a real woman.
Admittedly, from across the street the tall brunette looked like a hot number. In fact aside from seeing her naked by fondest wish would have been to be making love to her in the Presidential Suite of the hotel across the street. Suddenly, I was naked in a bed and the girl--I mean guy was there on top of me. But he was still a guy!