And longer. I put it on as soon as I hadpaid for it. Much less risk of flashing my stocking tops. Or even myknickers.Now more confident of not reveali...g my sissy identity, I relaxed andbegan to enjoy a bit of retail therapy, encouraged by Susie. She helpedme choose a few dresses and skirts, tops and blouses. A couple ofnightdresses. And more underwear. Stockings in various colours. Andmore knickers, of course. Also in various colours. But mostly pink. Wewent to a restaurant in the mall and had. And some get married at city hall and have a pizza afterwards and their marriage lasts for decades until one of them dies,” she mentioned of their options.Her eyes lit up with an idea, “Why don’t we see if we can get married right here, down there!” She pointed to a horseshoe-shaped garden hedged with multi-coloured roses and various shades of green Hosta plants.“And we could have the reception right here too,” Brad added with growing excited.“Let’s go and ask our parents,” she suggested taking. .”Rob quickly throws up his hands. “I assure you that Cyra hasn’t sent me to test your loyalty.”Brady smirks. “That sound like something you would say if you were.”“I’m here to help you,” Rob counters. “If you want to struggle on your own then so be it.” He turns to start walking away when Brady reaches out to grab his arm.“Wait a sec,” Brady says. “Let’s say what you say is true. What is it you get out of it, or want from it?”Rob smiles and quickly hides it before turning back to face the man.. One amongst the so many beautiful features that this Bong aunty possessed was her feet. She had small and dainty soft feet with faded aalta (vermillion color put by Bengali females on their feet during puja ceremony or auspicious ceremonies) lining that was enhancing the beauty of her feet.So in totality she appeared as a beautiful lady with so many hidden treasures to be explored and mysteries to unravel. That gave her a distinct persona which I guess any male after having one look at her.