In and out no one was the wiser. We got back to the reception and went our separate ways, I had to go do pictures and other wedding things. As the nig...t went on, the drinks went down quicker. My wife took the walk toward the bathrooms and noticed the lines were longer than earlier. Instead of waiting she decided to go to the employee one. As she peaked her head around she saw no one. So she hurried in and out. On her way out she was meet by a mid 20's bartender at the wedding. Tall, average. Mommy won. She always wins."Justin," she sugarly asks, "Do you want to fly back as a girl or asissy?" Can't I just be a boy on the plane?" I whine."Are we going to have to go over this again? ... I seem to remembersomething a certain little boy was saying just a few hours ago in Dr.Masterson's office. ... As I recall it was something about: I'm sorry forblaming mommy for my perversions. I love panties. Does that soundfamiliar, Justie? I get so turned on by the feel of silky panties that. . the sweet aromas of make-up, hair spray and perfumeintoxicated my thoughts. The funny thing was that as part of our D/shobbying, on occasion, my wife would briefly crossdress me and waskeenly aware of a subtle streak of femininity in my nature. But she hadno idea how Stacy enjoyed tormenting her outer sissy in diapers.Thoughts of soon wearing the diapers filled my consciousness, thinkingof my restricted erection straining inside this heavy cloth entrapmentand the dampness created by the. Surprisingly, he drifted off quickly and when he woke up the nextmorning the memories of the night were beginning to fade.Chapter 8"Morning honey!" Emily greeted Stephen cheerily as he entered thekitchen. Stephen was still feeling groggy from last night so he plonkhimself down on a seat at the table while Emily poured him a cup ofcoffee. Stephen pondered for a moment about whether he should tell Emilyabout last night and then decided that he should."Hey sweetie?" he asked getting her attention..