The more I feel it. I am transgender. I want to be a woman. I need to be a woman.Ever since high school, when I marvelled at lingerie models in the ne...spaper, pretending to pose like them, feeling jealous of the skirts and tights the girls in my class were wearing, dreaming of being a lesbian submissive, I have struggled to shake it off.I have bought dresses, lingerie, high heels, I have thrown them away. I have bought them again. Rinse, repeat. Once a crossdresser, always a crossdresser. So. “Do we all agree to at least let them try? Think of the trust we will put on them and that they’ll have to live up to,” Eli said.“What do you want us to do, Eli?” Clarissa asked.“Nothing for now. I just wanted your approval before I did this. They are young men and women now and this is our last chance to make sure they know what is expected of them before they start spending time alone with each other.“I’ve already had a private talk with all the couples. They were honest with me and I was. She increased the tempo slightly as Mary began to wriggle and squirm on her lap. "Move onto the bed, kneel with your head low and your bottom high; give yourself a little rub if you want to." Mary open her legs and reached backwards with her hand, rubbing gently at first and then with more energy and intensity as Mummy slapped harder. Mary's hips thrust backwards and forwards as she climaxed quietly but energetically. She lay still for a while as Mummy stroked her back and hair then she stood. Part of me wanted to just open the door and do it myself, but that screamed 'wrong'. Getting used to being waited on hand and foot was a trial.The restaurant was dimly lit and had other couples seated in small groups, we were seated near the middle. The food was not remarkable; I couldn't tell anyone what we ate five minutes after we left. I'm sure that wasn't the restaurant's fault.The conversation, on the other hand, was fantastic, I finally came down off my high that her presence caused, and.