It was an exhausting almost ten-hour drive to Palm Springs but as I pulled into the parking of the gay resort I was shaking with anticipation. The day before I had purchased black thigh highs, a cock ring, stopped by Goodwill for a pair of heels, and slipped a pair of my wife's panties into my suitcase. Having shaved most of my body hair I was ready to be a gurl. The place was crowded with the usual patrons, some young, s...