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While generally a very pleasant woman, and sometimes quite funny, she had somehow not been blessed with the beauty that Sally had inherited, but she definitely had a much more shapely and full figure. “Oh no, the roads look pretty bad, I’m worried she might have real trouble…” “Okay, you’re sure, then?” “Totally, the kids and I’ll do fine,” as I admired my reflection in the picture window with the snow continuing to fall outside. “Just in case the babies need anything, would you mind sleeping upstairs… you can stay in my bed.”

Extract from a recent phone conversation with M. Battaglia, Deputy Commissioner of Police for the Principality of Monaco…. PS Since giving up on societies expectations of me, my wife and I are now closer than ever and spend more quality time together including doing stuff that “men” shouldn’t do. Reply to commentBut what about women? Have I never had sex with a woman? Sure, I have. But which kind of women will have sex with a perverted crossdresser in lingerie? Well, you know the answer. A prostitute. So I have turned to prostitutes. Many times. Numerous times. Still today I meet with my prostitute “girlfriends” once or twice a month. And they accept me in my lingerie. Are you sure? I just figured I’d use your son’s bed.” “No, no, that’s too small for you. It’s fine. The sheets are fresh, and it’ll make me feel better knowing you are there, okay?” “Well, okay, I guess.” “Alright, I’ll call you in the morning. You won’t mind feeding the kids and getting them cleaned and changed before I get there, will you?” “Of course not, and they’ll be great as always. You don’t have to worry.” With an obvious tone of relief, Sally quietly said, “I feel so much better knowing you’re there, and please, just make yourself at home.” “Okay, Mrs. Douglas, see you tomorrow.” “Night, night,” and she was gone. Miss Watkins: No, you will not, I shall have them washed in my machine, so don’t vex, now, as she washed me. I think you are embarrassed, by me not seeing you naked, but that bush of yours, as her eyes indicated to my pubic hair.

Take the example used on British soap Eastenders where undertaker Les Coker hid his cross-dressing alter-ego ‘Christine’ from wife Pam for many years and when it did come out she was horrified. Les attempted to explain it by saying ‘You know how stressed I get,’ I’m surrounded by grief all day. It gets to me. Sometimes I need not to be a man.’ To mark this historic occasion, I thought it would be appropriate to show myself doing what I do for every photo-shoot – getting myself made-up, so I can look my best!Miss Watkins: Well, if you are prepared, I would like a tree stump, by the fish pond, pulled up. Miss Watkins, ushered me to the area, and I looked at it. I Of course, other than imagining how it looked on Sally, I was next wondering how it might look and feel on me, and it seemed like hours had passed before I was certain her kids were sleeping soundly. Satisfied that now was as long as I could wait, as I wanted to be sure that I would have enough time to experience wearing the bikini before carefully restoring everything as it was. International courtesans, high-class prostitutes, porn stars – these are the women that are the trophies in today’s bizarre and decadent marriage market. A man’s power and prestige are now measured by his ability to attract and marry a woman of this type. A woman – in fact – exactly like you!”

I will look out for other objects in your lingerie shop Swanky Pins. One of the suspender belts I bought from you was a White 8 Strap Suspender Belt in Satin with White Lace Front” Once I told my wife about my crossdressing tastes, it was as if the most enormous weight had been lifted. I could fully breathe again & not feel ashamed and afraid anymore of who I really am. And thanks for showing those two pictures, by the way…I never realized just how great my legs look! Three years earlier, I had started babysitting a few nights a month for the Douglas family, and being a somewhat confused high school student at the time with no real relationships with girls of my own age, I soon found myself overtaken with a serious case of puppy love for Sally.This time there was a very clear winner, which (somewhat unusually) turned out to be the very last outfit shown. Here is the final tally of votes cast for each outfit: When her car pulled up and the horn honked, I said my goodbyes to my parents and was soon sitting beside the object of so many fantasy dreams, and the magic began almost immediately. After some brief chatting during the drive where I was relishing every second of being there beside her, drawing in her fresh perfumed scent, admiring the outfit she was wearing, and glancing at her profile without looking obvious, Sally explained, “Our last sitter was with us for almost four years, and we even went to his high school graduation, so I hope this will work out with you, too.” “That’d be really nice, Mrs. Douglas.” She parked at the curb in front of her home, and I noted it was a split level colonial in a pretty nice area of town. Imagine telling a female she couldn’t wear something that’s considered masculine???? You’d be crucified! (Mysogynist, sexist, Pervert, etc) So, I hereby declare Outfit # 5 to be the winner, and present another picture of the winning dress! I organize regular shoots with top photographers, so that my girls are always depicted in the latest fashions and look as chic as possible – like extremely tarty supermodels! Some of these shoots are consciously “vanilla” – presenting my posh ladies as glamorous escorts, who can be safely taken to any social occasion without fear of embarrassment. Clients have invited my snooty sluts to royal garden parties, embassy receptions, and media award ceremonies - without ever incurring problems!