When my waitingtime was up, I was very happy with the results. I didn't think thatanyone could tell any difference from a normal woman. So the big nig...twas here, I had planned it all out. We would have dinner and then watch aromantic movie. About midway through the movie, I excused myself and wentto the bedroom and changed into a black teddy and nylons. I came up behind my beau and told him to close his eyes and he would geta surprise. He did as I asked and I walked around in front of him. He ripped a piece of bread from the loaf and dipped it into the stew taking a hearty bite of the moistened fodder. Somehow the old man was perfectly correct. It was the best stew the boy had ever tasted. Again something about this place was all too familiar. As if the boy had grown up here, or spent most of his life here. Torin still could not place what was happening so he finished the bowl of stew and cleaned up after himself. He headed to his room and sat on the bed again, looking around. +++++++++++++++++++++ On the ride to the hospital I sat back in my seat and thought back in time. It had been ten years since my divorce. The Cliff Notes version is simply, ‘She was up to a quart of vodka a day, I said ‘Quit drinking and get help or else’, she choose the ‘or else’ option’. The lawyers made quick work of our joint bank accounts. It was the second marriage for both of us. We both had adult children from our previous marriages. She had two married daughters. Her older daughter. Howhad I come to believe this? And how did panties make me manlier? She hadslipped them on me whilst I was sleeping and the obvious delight that shehad in me being dressed like this had meant that I had not protested thatpanties had not been part of the deal.Then there had been these very obviously feminine red fishnets stockingsshe had talked me into on the basis of some dubious fashion stories on theinternet about men wearing tights. Tights! What had convinced me thatthey were the same as.