Billy has been one since before he can remember. He enjoyed wearing women's clothing, starting with going through his mother's drawers and finding her...panties, and finding enjoyment in wearing them for brief periods of time.As a child Billy did like most young cross dressers wore his mother's underwear underneath his clothing. To school he would wear them, and even around the house he would wear them, getting pure excitement in wearing silk underwear that is forbidden by young boys to wear.. He had two small children to look after and she took care of that chore with the gusto of a young woman in love.Me and Hilda organized a wedding for her and I even bought them a house that could also be used as a church on Sunday with extra chairs and a canvas tarp on top that made the capacity just about right for a small congregation.When I heard of some of the bad men talking behind Clementine’s back, I settled that real quick with a visit to the saloon with my scatter gun under my elbow and. He looked at me for a minute, as though surprised. And then took it. ‘I’m Paul,’ he introduced himself, as he handed back the towel, searching for my eyes. There was something in the look. It was a look of mischief like he was trying to figure me out. I looked away. We had waited so long for a chance to get to know each other. An excuse…anything. It was wrong if I showed him no attention. And here it was. As he looked into my eyes, I felt unsure of what was next. ‘I’m Molly,’ I said. And then. The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.“Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich” she said.I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers...I love mustard.I had no napkin.I licked it off.It was not mustard.No man ever put a baby down faster.It was.