It all started one year ago today when I was in my fem attire and doinghousework and laundry. I should explain that I am a male crossdresserand on thi... occasion I wasn't dressed real slutty at all. I was wearingstockings and garders with my black heels and a mid-thigh skirt with myfalsies firmly glued to my chest. I just loved the feel of them undermy blouse without a bra and the way they swayed and bounced with everystep I took. I have tried every size tit from 34 all to way to a hugeDD and I. I remember my blouse was loose when I was awake. To this day I am undecided if he had inserted his fingers and touched my breasts.Coming back to today’s incident. Time really moves very slowly when you are excited about something. I lay awake at midnight looking at the clock in my bedroom. My heat was fluttering and a tingling sensation shot up through my leg to my stomach. He had openly touched my navel and surprisingly I liked the feeling of it. This is so wrong. He is just a toilet cleaner.. He got home but he said nothing about it, so I thought I was off Scott Free. Then the Phone rang, I knew it was her Mom. He got off the phone and told me to "Go To My Room" I'll be right Up! That was the longest time waiting in my life. When he came in he Yelled, "What possessed you to pull your pants down and Show that Catholic Girl Your Private Parts"? I tried to say, "but Dad"! and that's all I remember other than, never show your Private Part's to a Girl. We were never to see each other. This time I just hung, morosely around the perimeters, not prepared to make inane conversation with strangers. I saw my family arrive and go straight into the church. When the coffin arrived I watched from a discrete distance as four burly young men lifted it onto their shoulders. I recognised two of them as her cousins and could see their parents milling around too. I felt a cold anger when I saw the man who had started the saga as he led a weeping woman, whom I presumed was Stephanie's.