I had to somehow come to grips within my own mind of my own inner.I thought of all this with my arm casually draped around Suzie riding down that mono...onous stretch of interstate, Suzie had one hand resting on my leg and the other on the armrest. Her hand on my leg seemed to be tracing some repetitive almost hypnotic pattern as it had for the past half-hour. My mind, that had been pondering thoughts of our relationship, was suddenly floating free. As my mind emptied I gently drift into that. We established house rules on hygiene, cum-sharing and other essential things.One rule was on clothes in the house. The boys wanted to be nude most of the time, but I nixed that. We set 'clothing optional' areas of the house - including the pool - and everywhere else they had to be wearing at least pants. And to ensure everybody had a chance to take a day off if they were too tired or too sore to fuck anymore, if you were wearing pants with a belt, you were off limits.Much to my own shock, I. I fetched Miss Abigail Connelly, the head of youth programs, and chatted her ear up with high praise for the sunday school teacher. We walked to the children’s activity room. I opened the door, and her face tried to lose its color.Two weeks passed. That third Sunday, Miss Connelly handed the youth bible to me and I took charge of the class.“Hello, boys and girls.” I spoke quickly, wanting to get to the heart of the matter. “I know you loved your previous teacher very much, and St. Paul values. The waves of relief washed over me! I felt so good! Itwasn't a sexual feeling at all, I just felt better than I had in a longtime. I hadn't even looked in a mirror yet. Just the feeling ofwearing the dress was euphoria.After a while I looked in the mirror and realized I looked foolish. Myhairy legs were sticking out of the bottom of the dress and I had noboobs. I looked like a guy in a dress and it deflated my good feelings.I had to do something about it. I went into the bathroom and.