There is a knock on the door, and mother has me open the door, theofficer has her badge and photo ID for me to look at. I look at it forone second, o...en the door, and curtsey. I can't help myself, it'sautomatic. Officer Jones, enters, what a 'cop name' and mother says,that "my sissy has basic gun training, Jezebel take out your gun, removethe shells and put it on the coffee table and do the rest of our guns."At this point Ismy has entered the living room. I take out my littlebut still. Every house I babysat at now, I would not just go through the underwear, I would dress up in it. I began to build up quite a collection of soiled panties stolen from the women of the neighbourhood. Some I would wash and return, others I kept as souvenirs. It began to grow beyond just panties, babydolls, bras and basques. I began completely to dress in a feminine fashion with skirts and dresses and heels on my feet. I shaved, not just the beard that I had grown to try to look less weak and more. Beth pointed into the wind and added, "Since the wind's blowing from that direction, they must be over there." You're telling me that you can smell them from here?" asked Aariak. It was a question, but his tone made it clear that he didn't believe her."Seal meat and body odour. You mean you can't smell it?"Instead of answering, Aariak lifted the binoculars again and started to look in the direction that Beth had pointed. It took a while to find what he was looking for, but he finally found. . And it got us talking more about our fantasies.A few weeks later we went to a party at a friends house in the country. A french friend of mine offered to drive us. He was a fireman who usually worked away dealing with forest fires. When he had some leave we'd hang out. That night we drank and took a couple of Es. I asked him what he thought about my gf. He politely told me she was great and I was lucky to have someone like her. I asked if he found her attractive. He said she was beautiful,.