I was a scrawny fuck and Betty kept saying how fragile I looked. I had bought a red wig to go with the outfit I had picked out for myself when Betty h...d told me about her trip 2 months age. I had black 6” heeled boot, black stocking, a black garter belt and red panties and red halter bra laid out on our bed. Next to them were a short black skirt and a little black tube top. Man I was standing tall just thinking how I would look like and feel. I took a shower and used some hair removing cream on. I won first prize for the most 'interesting' costume and when I got up to get my ribbon I spun around and pranced over to the table...to the laughter of everybody there.When my mom came to pick up, I told her I had a wonderful time and showed her the ribbon I won, we sat quietly all the way home and never discussed it again.Through the years, military service and getting married the feelings about dressing never left. I eventually told my Wife, she didn’t like it, but accepted it. And did. All I could say at this point was "Are you sure?" Yes," she hissed "treat me like a street whore." Alright then you cunt, just remember you asked for it." I hissed back to her as I began to pull and twist on her engorged nipples. Harder I pulled and squeezed, trying my best to teach her a lesson instead of her teaching me one."Fuck!" she screamed, "Fuck that's good!" You like that whore?" I demanded."Yes, please make me hurt. Make me your slut!"Not wanting to completely wear out any one spot I. I don't want to hurt you, I just want to take advantage of you." What?" You're beautiful, you know?"I couldn't believe my ears. I has sitting in the stall next to her, enjoying the fruits of self-induced diarrhea, while she was saying I was beautiful!"Who are you?" Lessy, I was in your fourth period gym last quarter. You sound miserable over there." I heard her digging in her purse. "I think I've got something for that." It's okay, really. I don't need it." Of course, this comment was split in.