In the past, we had experimented with some anal play, with me initiating most of the contact on her. Fortunately for me, her hands also had wandered a...few times in the shower together. Nevertheless, this was the extent of our pushing the boundaries from that perspective. I always had been hoping to take the next step, but feared how some of my fantasies would resonate in her mind. To my surprise, one fateful day answered all of my questions. It started like any other Saturday afternoon of. I took her to the kitchen and looked through the pots and pans I had. It took a few minutes to explain how they worked, but even though she'd never seen such a thing she understood what it was all about in only a couple of minutes. I let her take her pick and she chose a twelve-quart size."You are sure that it will not be damaged if I put it very near the coals?" she asked."I'm sure, and if you don't like it please tell me and we will pick something else for you to try," I said."If it can sit. Don’t wait for us if you get hungry.”In her room, she got herself undressed as did I. “Michael,” she said. “I don’t understand this, but you seem more confident even since I moved in. What is it ... what’s happened?”“Nothing, except that I have a supreme amount of love for each of you, and I’m more willing than ever to express it. Do you want anything in particular, Lizzy?”“Just fuck me ... fuck me really hard, for as long as you want and fill me with that marvelous Michael Milk of yours,. “Did everyone see it?” “No, it wasn’t obvious to anyone. I was looking for the signs and hence saw it”. “Idiot!”, I thought to myself, “Why the hell did you want to take such risks?” I was scared and embarrassed. “So, how long?”, Divya Ma’am asked. “It’s been about 3 years Ma’am”, I replied. “I’ve always been drawn to a woman’s clothes and have always wanted to be feminine. I am scared. I’ve always been scared. Am I going crazy? Am I ill?” I let out all these questions that had been haunting me.