A few days into my solitude I found a pile of clothes left by one of the many girls who visited. I was fascinated by them and spent an hour trying the... on. This was the beginning of my adventure into cross-dressing. However, I had few opportunities to dress during college.In my senior year, I attended a job fair where I was offered my current job in a location 500 miles from home. They included moving expenses and three months living expense to get situated. It was perfect. I found an apartment. Miss Suzy admits she has experienced this many, many times, but finds ittotally unsatisfactory.It feels better than a 2-O for maybe three seconds. A 2-O might extendfor a half-minute or more. 1-Os can be strung together in little wavesfor many minutes. Those are all much better!The only thing to be said for 3-Os is they're quick and easily achieved.Yet, like men, these put Miss Suzy out of sorts and out of commission fora while. It's a tragedy ending like that when multiples and. She started out wearing tights and switched to short shorts, where I could see her slit when she sat across from me, which she did a lot, never sitting ladylike. Her blouse was either the type that was tied under her breasts, a halter, or a low neck where her breasts threatened to fall out when she leaned over. I was constantly hard.Each evening I listened to Eddie apologize for half an hour and he gave me an update on Nat and Ida, as he stopped by every afternoon to check on them. The third. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ I scoffed. ‘We haven’t spoken since middle school,’ I pointed out. ‘Now you want to have a heart to heart? Sorry, but no thanks.’ She looked as if I’d slapped her. ‘I’m sorry. You just… looked like you needed a friend. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to pry.’ She started away. A flood of guilt washed over me. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, quickly. And then more calmly, I repeated it. ‘I’m sorry, Maranda. Bad day. Bad month.’ She stopped and turned back to face me. She nodded and.