" I mean, no, I don't ever wear skirts to the office. Sarah."Sarah smiled. "I think I am beginning to understand, Chris. You likewearing women's cloth...s - that's nothing to be ashamed of." She grinned."I like wearing them too!"I opened my mouth and closed it again."And you seem to have the figure for them, too, Chris. Let me see."She walked over and slipped her hand inside my jacket."That's some corset you have there. No wonder you have been looking sostiff."She looked down at the front of my. “Yes, let’s go to bed, I need to fly tomorrow,” he said in disgust.“But you love to fly. I felt how much you love it every time that you went up,” I told him, somewhat surprised that he would be so upset about doing something that he loved.“But, this time I have to perform like a trained dog or a monkey!” he said, dejectedly.“Why? Yes, you are going to fly, and a lot of people will be watching you, but you can still enjoy yourself. Go up, change sizes, and ride whatever thermals there are for a. "No, but it's nice..." Ronnie and Monica did a great job with you." Yeah," I said. "I've enjoyed feeling pretty. It's different. But, aslong as I'm not hurting anyone, it's nice." I do want you to know that there are people who are like this fulltime." I tried to play dumb, "Really?" Sure, my minor in college was in psychology. So, I know all about them.Some are called crossdressers and others are called transsexuals." What's the difference?' "Some just want to look this way, while othersfeel. I felt sober enough to drive--I think watching Suzanne and Casey fuck had sobered me a bit--so, following Casey's directions and with Suzanne's feet sticking up over the front seat, we began the short drive. But keeping my eyes on the road was preventing me from watching what I really, really wanted to be seeing--Casey's cock was slipping in and out of my wife with every turn of the wheels and I had to pull over and feast my eyes on what I was missing. I pulled up under some dark trees, got out.