” I explained, admiring her still oily body.“Why?”“Money, time.” I said. “What do they want with you? What’s that cooler doing in here? ...hat’s in it?”Soon, trying to keep her near panicked mind occupied with questions and answers, we came to several conclusions. My wife and her lover were raiding my bank accounts. Were probably fleeing the country, or ready to. They had left food in the cooler for us. They had been feeding me once a day, through the door, the cooler of food suggested that was. " Miss Britt, she noticed very quick I was a man and began askingquestions as to why I was in drag. I used your excuse as you told Joyce,I was n the process of having a sex change and that only got her askingmore questions which I answered as best as I could. She told me she hada clientele of men who crossdress or are just tvs and offered to includeme in her teachings but I refused and tried to change the subject. Butshe commented I must belong to someone because of my chain jewelry . Were they trying to turn me on? Were they just cold, and couldn't wait to get warm and dry? My cock didn't care though as it was hard as stone as i tried to take off my trunks. Neither of them even seemed to glance, and i proceeded in getting dressed. We all left the bathroom and rejoined the party. As we got back outside, jennifer led the way to her dad as if she were on a mission. She asked "Dad, is it ok if we go to our camper and play Monopoly? Becky's not feeling well, and we're all kinda. I put the clothes back in their drawers, folding them all, and sorting them neatly. Then Sissie helped me slide them back into the dresser."The bottle opener goes on the TV from now on," I said. "Don't forget." Okay, Ollie. I won't."We had gotten the dresser put back together and had begun fixing the bed again when the stomps returned, thumping down the hallway. Sissie jumped when the door burst open, quickly wiping away her tears."What the hell are you doing, girl!?" he said to her."I had to.