Ek baar new yr pe mera dost rekha se milne chala gya uski badi bahn ko leke jo ki marride thi usne mere ko bola k me uski mom or bahn ko leke 2 din ba...d rekha k ghr aa jau mene use haan kah diya mere man me uski bahan k liye koi glt vichar nhi tha fir do din baad mujhe uski bahan pinky ka call aaya k vo log station hi h me b vahi aa jau me auto se station k liye ravana ho gya vaha mujhe dono maa beti mil gaye fur pinky or me ticket lene gaye or hm train me ja bethe….Train chali or usme baran tk. . A transition?" I stammered."Yeah, you know, from male to female."My stomach turned... That wasn't what I was doing, this was just afetish, one that would wear off eventually when it was no longer fun."I uh... Thanks Eric... I just think..." What to say?"Look Alex, no worries, I'm just here if you need me. I just want ya toknow I think you look great and I'm proud of you for being yourself."I felt my stomach unclench at the compliment."I... I do?" I asked.This question seemed to lighten Eric's. My wife was her secretary. Of course we knew each other at the office and Beth and I often joined the boss at lunch. He seemed to love her completely and never looked at me like I might cuckold him. I mean Beth is certainly beautiful, but my wife I think is just as beautiful and look at me, a skinny little man nearing middle age. That Devi chose me to be her husband surprised the hell out of me. No way did I think I was in her league let alone Beth's. But whatever happened, he decided to blame. I just can't stop watching, imagining." I know exactly what you mean, and I don't know what it is either ... but she has the same effect on me." I had to stop talking about her because I was getting obviously hard in my slacks. But I couldn't let it end there. "You know ... I can't keep her satisfied." I paused for effect, and then I continued as though the double-entendre was accidental. "She likes to dance ... a lot ... and I can't keep up with her ... no sense of the music. I'm sure she'd.