I sometimes imagined myself in the ring while watching the UFC, but I knew better than to ever let that happen. Until I met Lynn, I felt the same way ...bout ballroom dancing.Lynn somehow had remarkably persuasive powers over me. Probably something to do with the fact that she was a hot looking, athletic woman who was good in bed. It was not hard for her to get me to do almost anything and she knew it. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance. What had I done?My olive-skinned friend - also my wife's boss and sometimes lover - was gone, and I had to get myself together, or sooner or later someone would stumble into the theater and figure out what I had done.I stood up and realized I needed to find a bathroom to clean my face, and then a store for a clean pair of shorts.In the nearby men's room mirror, I discovered I would also require a new shirt. Man! That guy could cum!After an uncomfortable visit to the Old Navy adjacent to the. I could feel thepounding of my heart as it beat, fear quickening the rhythm.I looked up toward the shower head still pointing to the ceiling, only whenI had last seen it...it was at eye level. I rotated my head around, lookingat a much larger room, seemingly to have grown in size. A trembling gaspescaped from my lips as I stepped backward, my stumbling footfall causing asplash upon the cement floor.I fell against the wall, knocking down my cane with a vibrating clamor as itdropped against the. I don't want it to end.At midnight she said she has to go since she has to get up in the morningand travel.As she is heading out the door, she declares, "You should wear that dressat your New Years Eve party."I replied that nobody knows that I am a crossdresser. It is just acloset thing.She says, "Then this will be a coming out party for you. And I am notgiving you a choice. On Boxing day, we will go shopping. You are goingto need some suits and dresses for work."She kisses my cheek, and.