So, I took my bhabhi in my car to their new home and we started unboxing all the gifts. And it was a lot of gifts. After about 2 hours we finished wit... the gifts.Till this time my nephew was feeling hungry. So my bhabhi started feeding him in front of me.Whole of her boob was visible to me except the nipples. Meanwhile, I and bhabhi were having a conversation.Bhabhi: aur batao bhaiya, kaise rahe aapke pre boards?Me: bohot ache rahe bhabhi, har baar ki tarah aapke bhaiya hi top karenge bhabhi.. .” She flinched, eyes wide and startled, as if she had received a electrical shock. She stood without speaking, staring at me.“Conflict between programming and your will?” She said nothing and her expression did not change. I was sure Uncle Bert had programmed her to not reveal some information and to keep other information secret until some trigger point was achieved. A good part of my frustration was not knowing all I wanted to know. I decided to try a direct order.“I order you to answer my. I don't blame him. He neededto protect himself. He asked me what he needed in a relationship. I toldhim for both people to be happy. I need him him being happy to make mehappy and me being happy to make him happy.I could tell he was warming up to me by what he brought up next.The loveof my life started to talk about how to deal with his crossdressing ifwe got back together. I told him there was no need for a plan. That aslong he was still the same Austin I love, he could dress as little or. Or more precisely, watching me play. I could either run off the court like a little embarrassed schoolgirl or I could maintain my composure and continue the game like a dignified lady; hoping to not totally lose all my self-respect and dignity.I chose the latter and continued as if nothing was out of the ordinary; and playing some of my best racquetball of the afternoon while my pussy and breasts were exposed to Jake, Phil and my leering onlookers! Actually, I felt a tingling in between my legs.