“Are you related to another Jesse Peterson?”Jesse shook his head, knowing where this was heading. “No, Sir.”The man turned to Grant. “I went...to school with Jesse Peterson in West Vancouver. This boy is his exact double. I don’t know how it’s possible, but he is identical to my old schoolmate.”“Is it possible he’s the grandson of this other Jesse?” Grant asked.The man was shaking his head. “No ... Jesse died the summer after his graduation. I attended his funeral. He had an older sister, but no. "I'm not sure," I say again, this time answering her question. Intruth, I know about what size I need, because I've bought a dress twicebefore. Both times, though, it was at a low-price department store, andI asked for a gift box, like I was buying it for my wife or girlfriend.But this time is different. Will I have the courage to say I am buyingit for myself?As you can guess, I am a crossdresser. I'm not that big. Maybe 5' 7"tall. I struggle to top 150 pounds. My hair is slightly over. "Maybe we should change positions."I was swimming in a mix of strong emotions by now and could only follow directions. "Take off your clothes and move to the couch by the front window."Like his dutiful dog, I dropped the rest of my clothes and wobbled weak legged for the couch. On the way I grabbed a towel from my bag and a couple lotion bottles that might be useful from my extra bag. I didn't think this would be the reason I needed these, but opportunity is where you find it. I wiped my face. She was wearing a black short dress and a red long coat over it. Also, she had her brunette hair on at that time because there was no shooting stuff going on. She was looking very sexy and cute. And also, I don’t think that I need to describe how beautiful she is. So just to impress her, I said, “I have come here to bend the knee, my queen”. She smiled at me and said, “Oh, stop it!”I asked her if she was comfortable sitting next to me or not. She said that she was just fine. Then she removed.