Ihave quite a collection of girl clothes and accessories including cockrings and dildos. When I first started crossdressing I didn't oftenthink of bei...g with a man, but as I've gotten older I think about itmore and more.About a year ago I joined a fetish dating site that I knew had a lot ofcrossdressers on it. I wasn't really looking for anything more than tomake some crossdressing friends to go shopping with on my businesstrips. At first, there were lots of friend requests from guys that. I continued to chat to Elle, and a few minutes later Joan left, looking at me with an expression that told me I was in deep doodoos. Kate and I then had a chat and I enthused over little Woger, yes, yes Roger, but you know how it is when a kid says something just a bit wrong and it amuses you and you just keep saying it. Well, you do don’t you?I was, of course, looking forward to a possible rerun with Kate, although nothing specific was agreed, and I had a suspicion that, without actually using. It eventually turned into a fight. Divya poured some freezing cold on my boobs. She said that it shrank smaller, and she laughed, looking at it. It was not funny, so I got agitated. I splashed the same on her in return, and then the water war started.We were making a lot of noise without realizing it. The noise went to her mom’s ears. Stupid Divya did not lock the room. The bathroom door, too, was also not bolted properly. We were too careless.Suddenly her mom dashed opened the bathroom door.. I had been dating Margetta (Marge), for 4 years. She had a child from a previous liaison. Jack was a very good 6-year-old and I loved him as if I was the sperm donor.My father always told us, boys, “Anyone can be a father, all it takes is a stiff dick, but it takes work to be a dad. You need to decide which you are going to be.” I hoped that I had become that dad. My brothers did become dads.I was not exactly a saint before Marge, but I was careful and prepared. If the lady said she was on the.