You happily change role at will, selecting that whichseems appropriate for the occasion. The transient may well perceivehim/herself as a third gender,...refusing to acknowledge the normallyaccepted male/female divide. And this is what we believe you are.Let me explain how you differ from other types, firstly a transvestite iswell aware that he is male, but who simply owns up to my occasional needto dress up in clothes of the other sex without any other feelings orneeds regarding my chosen. I took my pajama's bottoms off and slipped the hose on over my underwear. They felt so good going on. I went into the living room and sat on the couch and was watching some cartoons rubbing my legs loving how the nylon felt on my legs. After a bit I went into the bathroom and took them off before my mom was going to get up. After that I was hooked on wearing hose. Did a lot of on an off of wearing my mom's pantyhose. My cross dressing started a few later after that as I was caught by my. I woke and glanced down to my right, and all I could see was Vi's deliciously soft, tanned cleavage shaking and vibrating as the train pulled into the sidings at Central. I squeezed my right hand on her left inner thigh and moved it slightly higher, Vi spreading her thighs wider as she also awoke. "Hmmmm, just the way to wake up handsome; kiss me, babe." Turning slightly to my right we kissed again, nibbling each others lips and tongues as I moved my hand higher, lightly grazing her labia. Me: Fight fire with fire.Girl: What’s that supposed to mean?I went in front of her and was standing with the support of the table.Me: If he’s cheating on you, you cheat on him.Girl: Me? Cheat?Me: That’s the one thing that’s sure to work. We can talk all day about it but in the end, in all cases, this is what works better.Girl: How would that work?Me: It’s called the annulment theory. You have a flat tire, you change it. You have a cheating husband you divorce him. But if you don’t want to.