That first clandestine experience of dressing in womens' was repeatedhundreds of times in my childhood and adolescence. I loved stockings andlater pan...yhose the most - sometimes even wearing them under my pants toschool, and at great risk of discovery and the consequent shame andridicule. I progressed to panties, bras, tight foundation garments, highheels and occasionally make-up and perfumeDressing like women do allowed me to feel what they felt. It was anintimacy at a distance that allowed me. “Besides, who would believe me?” She thought about that and nodded. “True. It sounds like some of the crazy fanfiction that I’ve read.” He smiled. “Exactly.” She smiled back at him. “Bye, Jan.” “Bye, Laura. Be safe, now.” Laura Vandervoort went through the door and closed it behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJan gave a huge sigh. It was all over. In one night, Laura Vandervoort had walked into his life and fulfilled his deepest fantasy. It was. ”“Did you ever hunt?”“No. The father of a girl I dated briefly was a hunter and he offered to take me out, but the girl and I broke up before that happened. You?”“When I was a teenager. Can’t own a gun now because of the felony on my record.”“That sucks, especially given they, in effect, put you in jail for having sex with your wife.”“They didn’t quite see it that way.”I nodded, “I’m sure. So, about the double-occupancy?”“Nah, don’t worry about it.”“If you’re sure.”Paul smiled, “If you did what. The landlord ordered Patricia to stay where she was, respread her legs,and settled back to enjoy his handiwork. I felt strange, as I had done throughout. This was my girlfriend,my love being beaten, being humiliated. Part of me, most of me even, hatedit. I hated the fact that everyone was taking pleasure out of this, hated themfor the pain and degradation being heaped on Patricia, hated them for exposingher body. But part of me wanted to do this to her, to have that power. Worstof all, part of.