I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” ...ere better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t. That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are. Even then, I have a little bit of Sara with me by either wearing panties and sometimes pantyhose under my khaki pants.In the months as Sara, I've amassed a collection of clothes and slowly my closet was less John and more Sara. Skirts, blouses and dresses, most purchased online but some at small and local shops in the area. I slowly became secure shopping there but to be honest, I shook all the time. I usually wore jeans and heels with a quirky shirt or something. I don't think most of the. God she looked sexy."Julie no its wrong."i said, trying to sound dominant. Again with the puppy face."wait what do you meen youve wanted to do it for a long time?" I meen, ever since we were little ive liked you, all the other kids at school say they fight with theyre brothers but youve always been kind to me and cared for me. I pretty much wanted to kiss you since i started puberty." she said, still eyeing up my crotch."look Julie as much as i want this aswell it just it-"i was cut off. My mind has been working all evening trying to figure out exactly what you have in mind for tonight. I thought I heard you pull up outside and I anxiously wait for you to come inside. But I hear a knock on the door instead. It is well after midnight – who could possibly be at the door at this time of night? I go to the door, still wondering who it could be. As I open the door, you surprise me, pushing your way inside forcefully and proceeding to turn me around and cuff my hands behind my back..