”I heard him rustling, and then he responded, “Not now, honey, I’m busy.”“Dad, it’s important.”I heard more rustling and guessed he was ...robably stashing his magazines back into his briefcase.Finally, he unlocked and opened the door. In a somewhat irritated voice, he said, “What is it that’s so important?”Then he noticed my open blouse.He stopped for a moment and turned red. Then he stammered, “Button your shirt, Ally. You shouldn't parade around like that.” I almost laughed.Using every weapon. Then more guilt a day later when I realised what I had done! Then slowly the real you emerges. It taps you on the shoulder like a little version of yourself in a pair of slinky stockings, satin panties, a bra. Maybe even a slinky soft slip. I call her my inner panty goddess or panty slut depending what mood she is in.  She whispers in your ear, remember the real you includes me. Because to be a CrossDresser implies there is a softer feminine side wishing to be expressed. Your love of the. She could have been any age between her early twenties and late fifties because she had never really blossomed as a woman, and therefore could never wither.She was very shy and obviously utterly appalled by being made to promenade naked on the stage and even more so by the 'touch your toes' exercise. As she did it, what little tit she had slumped across her chest and was obviously very slack and droopy. Judging from the lack of scars on her body, she had not been 'chosen' either at the space. I immediately regretted my decision and began to hate myself for doing such a stupid and irrational thing. My hands dropped from her beautiful face and I stared down into my lap. Then I felt her hand gently raising my chin up so that she could look me in the eye. I saw her caramel eyes close and caught a glimpse of her full lips coming toward me before I closed my eyes and kissed her back. Her soft lips pressed against mine and we both moved slowly and hesitantly at first. Neither of us had.