Big sweaters. Very little makeup. I however dressed toplease. I had put an ad in a local paper that catered to crossdresserslike me and the men who...sought them out. It was fairly easy anddiscreet. They had no desire to be "out" and neither did I. I lookedlongingly at the pretty girls on campus and realized I was just a sissywith nothing to offer them.By the time I had gone to lawschool in Chicago I was still a "virgin"with girls. But law school was busy and making law review was. It was then that the shower’s curtain gave way and a skinny little kid fell to the floor. I have no idea how a kid that was as skinny as this one could cause the curtain to break down like this. Before I could look away, I noticed that he was wearing pink shorts with some cute anime guy on them.I quietly asked Steven, “Is it normal for guys to wear shorts like that in the college showers?”“What was that?” asked the kid.Steven held out a hand for the kid and said, “He noticed your shorts snagged. As we sat down to a spaghetti dinner, Beth said, “So Tricia, What seems to be the problem?”“It’s my boyfriend Chad, he’s being a jerk! He wants me to give him my virginity, and I just don’t want to. I want it to be my choice, not his” said Tricia.“I want it to be special; I have a big favor to ask. I want Uncle Mark to be the one to take my virginity. I want to suck his cock and feel his cum in my mouth!”Beth took Tricia’s arm and said, “I like to see Mark fuck other women, but are you truly. I must be akin to a ghost for him; helping me with my physical and mental rehabilitation every day like he does. Knowing that my memories of him, of us, are gone. His wife is here, in front of him, but gone all at once. Sometimes, he’ll just stare into my eyes and I can see the pain he’s going through in his; looking for that spark of recognition, that twinkle in my eye indicating my ever dying love for him. I see that affection he holds for me in his eyes just before it turns to sadness in.