John, like most men, loved suspenders and stockings, and I was wearing them, along with four-inch heels and a sexy dress. Just as I was wondering who ...ould make the first move, David did. Let him tell his side.During the meal, I asked Mary if she was wearing tights or suspenders. She looked almost offended but confirmed she was wearing suspenders. Feeling adventurous, I slowly pulled up her dress to check she was telling the truth (she was). I could, of course, have received a slap in the face. "Mary, did he really say that?Dean Watson really thinks that?" What, honey?" Do they think I'm gay?"Mary smiled. "Well, you know how people talk. Until you got married lastyear, before that, well, even I suspected you were gay. But the cross-dresser, transsexual thing didn't get discussed until recently. You know,between the book and the way you look, I mean, Frankie, you can't hidethat part, I mean, your beautiful hair, your pierced ears, the way youkeep your eyebrows trimmed and shaped, I. There was an awkward pause. I pretended to watch the baseball. “No, really, don’t mind me. Carry on.” Already semi-aroused by the story, I was suddenly catapulted into a full erection by my mother’s obvious interest. Mom was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She let out a throaty chuckle. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it. We ought to turn the AC up.” She got up from the couch as if to do so, but instead stripped off her t-shirt. “That’s better.” She was wearing a pretty white bra with lace. She told me I looked amazing but could see on my bratty face that I wasn't having such a good time and told me so. Rather than waiting Leanna told me I should have just went in the room and we could have played dress up; then one thing led to another and she was dressing me. Starting with having me lift my skirt and insulting the bulge in my panties (I was wearing my "sissy" panties I stupidly didn't think about the bulge) Like an obedient slut I first tried on Leanna's lacey black panties with.