He saw the booking and allowed me inside. Once inside, I went in and sat across the bar table. The bartender asked for my order, and I ordered a Vodka...to get in the flow.The guys in the lift were seated on the next side and were constantly gazing at my seductive body. I had my shot of Vodka and gave them a smile to signal to them. Then to make it more clear I gave them a wink. They understood and joined me from either side. They ordered more Vodkas for us.We were discussing what each other. Apparently, he was one of those characters that had appeared on the streets of the romantic city of love as if by magic and without proper papers to justify his residence. In those days, everyone looked the other way with a “What will be, will be” attitude and commented on the weather.He was from somewhere in the northern regions of Russia and spoke French with a guttural accent that sounded suspiciously German or Prussian but the smile in his eyes and his charming attitude convinced those. Today especially.I just finish setting up the last camera when my sissy walks in. Andwhat a sight! Today he is dressed up like a cute school girl. Uniformand all! From the top down, he is wearing a blond wig with pigtails, anda white blouse tied in a knot between his breasts. This is the onlything holding them in -he has no bra on. Around his waist is a supershort plaid skirt. Underneath the skirt, my sissy son is wearing a pairof white, frilly panties. His skirt barely covers them -you can see. Evelyn was going to call but I thought it’d be better if I did. I am the man of the house. For all her nearly sixteen years, Evelyn had been looking after me in one form or another. It was time to show her I have what it takes too. Instead, Evelyn sat near me, ready to help if needed.Lotta might have ignored the call. She may have been busy. But luckily she answered on the first ring. I tapped the icon on Evelyn’s phone and hers began recording everything that was said on mine. Lotta had no.