..**********************Notes:Two things I've never done here before are write a story of cross-dressing rather than physical transformation, and writ... a serial. Thefirst was because cross-dressing really doesn't interest me, and thesecond because all too many writers here launch into interminable'serials' that they make up as they go along with no idea as to whattheir ending is. Yet here I am doing both. Why?Some time back I read an article online about military cross-dressingduring wartime. “I don’t think he’ll worry, in fact he will probably enjoy himself wanking in my panties even more tonight”With that she got up and lead the whole group to dad’s bedroom, there on the floor beside the bed was a selection of our panties, including the white pair I had been wearing the day before. Sharron showed us each pair had stains on them where he had been masturbating.The five of us went back out to the pool, where dad was on his own, and Jen spoke first, “we know your secret and now we. After the dinner we bid good wishes to the married couple and planned to leave. It was a cool evening sky was clear and the stars were easily visible cool breeze was blowing. I could feel it brushing against my waist; we planned to walk through the garden to reach the parking. We were casually talking about the wedding suddenly he put his hand around my waist lightly my heartbeat skipped. The gentle touch of his hand was so warm n nice I just held my breath he made me turn to him and brushed ma. . Cara, I'm straight." Well that doesn't mean anything," Cara replied. "I've been with a woman before." She flushed. With that, she came closer to me and whispered in my ear, "It'll be fun, I swear," with a naughty giggle. She lifted her dress up over her head and sighed. I was surprised--her breasts were quite large. I stared wide-eyed at them for a few moments before she grabbed my hand and led me back to the bedroom. She pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, unclasping my bra and.