From tonight, I was a crossdresser. I'm been crossdresser from 12 to oneday before my 27th birthday. Irony.I begin to have an answer to the question: ...What feel girl?"Yes, a simple question. What feel girl when wear panty, tights, dress,skirt? What feel a woman in heels, purse, with her hair falling down theshoulder? What feel a teenage when begin to make up herself? When wearlipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, foundation? When paint her nails withpolish?So I begin. The few moments that I've home. He really seems to enjoy such a beautiful victim like me and his lewd eyes stick to my breasts like the dried sap onto the rubber tree. He calls me a liar because I was hiding my sins under my skirt and he orders me, to take it off, for the whole court to see the shame I brought over the royal family! Without hesitation but with angry defiance I drop my skirt and proudly declare: »I'm a legitimate daughter of the divine Aménemhet...«, but the ugly Massak just shuts me up with a stinging lash. My holiday coincided with the start of Spring Break, and the whole town was gearing up for the influx of beautiful, drunken students. Everyone except me, that is.Maybe I should tell you a bit more about myself. You see, I’m the stereotypical geek; I’m about forty pounds overweight, wear reasonably thick glasses, and my favourite hobby is sitting in a room, playing Dungeons and Dragons. Thankfully, I’m not a virgin (Even I managed to lose that at university!), but I have no girlfriend, and. “Hello, darling. Happy anniversary. Now remember to set your alarm for four o’clock. Leave yourself a note to listen to this again. Dress in a suit, take plenty of money, and pick up Beverly at work. Take her out to a nice restaurant to celebrate your anniversary. Love you both.”He looked ashamed. I tried to look stern, but couldn’t hold back my laughter. He took me in his arms and hugged me.“You laughed!” he said. “Have you stopped being mad at me? Should we go out like Mom said?”“You are.