If that’s alright with you Frank?” Alright? My cock was bursting out of my dressing gown. Alright? What the fuck was I supposed to say? I didn�...t need to. Mother stepped in. “Oh Johann, that is so kind. Thank you. I know it’s not ideal but it would so help me out of a spot. Thank you.“ So that was it then. The day passed uneventfully. Johann was at school in the morning. I made myself busy. In the afternoon we went to the beach as usual. I was sure he let me see his arse as he changed. He. The first day after she left I went over and after finishing my choresplopped myself down in front of the TV. I flipped through all thechannels, and after doing so decided on Dr. Phil. It was either that orsoap operas. That day on Dr. Phil he was interviewing men that like todress up like women. One of the men told his story about how he firststarted dressing in his mother's and sister's clothes. He told Dr Philthat every man has the desire to crossdress, and only a few men actuallydress. . There was a storm that was brewing and the sky was dark and heavy with rain, the wind was beginning to pick up, a sure sign that rain was on the way. I exited the bus and started to walk through the streets to my block. There was two grown men standing between the houses drinking from a brown paper bag as I passed by. There was a bright flash and a very loud clap of thunder that startled me. I made the mistake of running to the only refuge I thought would be safe, I ran head long into the arms. I gently cuppedeach one in my hands revelling in how they felt. Very happy in theknowledge that they were all mine.I showered, and checked for any stray hairs and found none. So I startedto get dressed.First I slipped on the gaff, ensuring my appendage was tucked andsecure, the panties followed and hid the gaff. I smiled as I slowlybecame the woman I knew I was. I reached over and put on the bra, mybreasts filled the cups and I had a generous cleavage thanks to thedesign of the bra. The padded.