“Thanks. Aap chai peeke jayiega”. OK bhabhiji. Main change karke aata hoon.“Koi nahin, aap baithiye, chai abhi tayy ar ho jayegi. Ab to cylinder...bhi lag gaya hai” she said laughing. While the drawing room was to the left of the kitchen, her bedroom faced the kitchen directly, and this is where she was pointing me to sit (or was it my perverted imagination that made me see things that way). I was feeling really awkward now. At one hand I just wanted to ravish her totally, while on the other I. After about two years of part time swinging, Carrie told me that she wasnt really enjoying it and said she did not want to do it any more. She said that I still could if I wanted to but that she really didnt want to know about it if I did. I did, but not a lot. About three years ago things started to change. My sexual desire was as strong as ever but my ability wasnt. I stared having fewer spontaneous erections and I would go limp right after cumming and seldom was I ready for seconds that. .A change had happened, I was getting in touch with my feeling so I sangagain, "What's this?" What was this change? Was I becoming one of them?"Let's see," I sang to myself.Then I lifted my left leg and rubbed it with my left arm. "I feel sexy."it was something about crossdressing Frank'n'Furter knew I was not just arepressed homosexual but a repressed transvestite!"What's come over me?" Yes I wanted this... "Whoa! Here it comes again!"I never wanted to dress like a man again I wanted. She smiled and grabbed my hand."Come on. They're playing another good one!"At Easter, our family went to church to hear Rev. Gordon. It was a nice service—especially compared to the kind of scary sermons I'd heard at Cassie's church when I was going there. We sat with Rhonda, Donna, and Mrs. Gordon. Rhonda was really pretty. I hardly ever saw her in a dress and this one was a little frilly and she wore gloves. After church, the Gordons came to our house for Easter dinner. We don't usually go to.