''I don't understand you.''You will.'Nervously he applied a little more lipstick and followed her through to the lounge. When he got there, she was po...ring them both large gins and tonic. She handed him one of the drinks and invited him to sit down next to her. She started,'Tell me more.''More about what?''More about the way you are, more about why you like to wear women's clothes?''It's just me I suppose. I've been like this since I was very young.''And do you have women's clothes at your own. He was 25 or 26, a bit like James Dean, and we would all fall about pretending to be lovers, he would be the Arab Sheik, and us six girls would be his Harem Girls, for him to pick and fuck for the night.He lived opposite our house and I would see him messing about with his motor cycle. Sometimes I would stand by my open window, which he sometimes would look up to, when I was just wearing my underwear, not that I had much to show at f******n, and sometimes I would stand naked, with the warm. As you all know; any department depends on its civilian employees because they practically run the department. Now let's get back to work and keep the place running smoothly like you always have from your end."They filed out and many had smiles and relief on their faces. I had been through all this before when I took over another department, many years ago. I knew how they felt as a lot of just elected sheriffs fired all the civilian employees and hired all new. I had always been against this. The only other thing I knew of that could reach that deeply was sex. Indeed, the two activities seemed to share the same primitive pleasure-center in my brain and one sometimes stimulated the other. Lactation sometimes made me horny and sex sometimes made me lactate.Sometime later, I was floating along on my own private cloud when I became aware of a growing feeling of fullness in my breasts and a feeling of increased weight on my chest. Annoyed at having my reverie disturbed, I opened one eye.