The incident with my wife really brought it home to me that I was a sissy. Again what is now obvious seemed to be a revelation back then. The fact tha... there was no pretence between my wife and myself, and the fact that she obviously did not care any more really gave me even more freedom to explore my sexuality.I started wearing women's underwear. I had initially thought of buying these over the Internet or taking a couple of pairs of my wifes, but that appeared to me to be too high risk of her. Me – aur batao kya chal rha hai kaisi chal rhi hai study.Pallavi – to unhone sadly kaha ha think hai study k liye time hi nahi mil rha hai .Me – kyu time q nahi mil rha hai to unhone kaha k gharpe bhot kam hotey hai isliye nahi ho rahi hai. To maine kaha ek baat kahu apse agar aap bura na mano to….!Pallavi – ha ha bolonaMe – chodo aap bura man jaonge.Pallavi – nai nai boloMe – maine bola uss din aap bhot sundar dikh rhe the.Pallavi- acchaMe- maine jyda time waste na karte huye direct bol diya. I told her what had happened with my in-laws and expressed my disappointment at having our plans interrupted. She took it upon herself to cheer me up, volunteering to get some lunch for us both. As she said this she reached out and touched my knee lightly, sympathized with me but added that at least it meant she'd have some company now. She climbed the steps into her van and I couldn't help look at her shapely bottom in the tight pants. To my practiced eye I quickly took in the absence of any. I had picked up some odd jobs around the port but was nearing the end of my money. I decided to chance the price of a meal on a game. Surprisingly I won. After a few more rounds I won enough to last me another ten days.Five days later a ship landed. The Port Master warned me to stay clear because it had a bad reputation. I was desperate but when I saw the crew I knew the warning was real. They were unkempt and dirty. They swaggered around trying to look tough. The fact that there was twice as.