“And your bum isn’t helping.”“You want me to move?”“Not likely, it seems like a nice little bum.”“Okay, I’ll stay then.”The music ...as loud, the atmosphere pleasant, kids were dancing or at least moving together roughly in sync with the hits of the time.Sally was moving on my lap, just sort of grinding herself on my rather obvious erection and making it known that my condition was pleasing her.A drunken cheer went up as two girls began smooching in the middle of the room kissing. It's secluded so we won't have to worry about prying eyes," I tell her. "Oh, I don't mind prying eyes. In fact I love it when people watch me fucking. It turns me on even more," she says. By this time, I've gotten dressed and were both ready to go. "Well, let's go," I tell her. We leave my apartment and begin walking toward the stairway. I notice the janitor standing near the hall window. I've seen this guy nearly ever day since I moved into this place. He's a nice older gentleman. At. I could tell it bothered him, but when I told my parents and Dad flipped out as expected, he’d stood there next to me with his arms around my shoulders. I told our half-sister Anamika in Greater Noida and she’d been surprised. Ashlesha I told last. She’d simply snorted and rolled her eyes, “Finally. Was wondering how long it would take.” Apparently she’d known all along.JD I didn’t hear from until weeks later, when he showed up on my driveway. He said he’d told his mother (his father had died. And what a shopping trip - I had decided to embrace my crossdressing tendencies fully, and submit to the wanton desires that would bring, it was time to start building up a wardrobe. Nothing from a sex-shop though, I was shopping in Topshop, H&M, Miss Selfridges, Debenhams, even Harrods. Real shops selling real women's clothing full of real women buying it up. And me too. The experience was liberating, by lunchtime I had bought a little black dress, a short flowery flared summer dress, a pink.