Its just not the case.As for being a transvestite, well, the simple fact is that I dont get anysexual charge from women's clothes. None. they are just...what a womanwears, so that's what I wear.To further that point, its not about the clothes.I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are saved forspecial occasions - just like most women my age. Yes, there are times whenI want to be more feminine, but I'm a practical woman , and so end up incomfortable, durable clothes. And as for. I got a little exited, because I hoped she would play a little dress up- and she did. I was completely amazed. Most of the stuff in therewasn?t my taste at all, but from what was there, she picked the stuffthat definitely suited me the most. It was obvious that I somehowinfluenced her. Shortly after she had put off her shirt, she looked ather chest for a moment. She cupped her breasts which created a very nicecleavage. This excited both of us. Her hands slowly went down from herbreasts to her. " I headed to the door."I want to see the color of your money first," he said.I wanted to tell him what a fuck he was. I also wanted to tell him that his wife had good sense, but what I did was pull out my wad of hundreds. "Satisfied?" I asked."You are a smart mouthed bitch, I could just take the money," he said."That my friend, would be the worst decision of your life," I said looking at him hard."Okay, lets go to the finance company," he suggested.We drove the car to the finance company in. Knowing he was Susan's I declined the invitation. He called me twice a week for the next month and I kept politely turning him down. One day when he called I flat out asked him not to call me again, "I'm not in the habit of dating my sister's boyfriends." Is that what's been the problem? It shouldn't be, I haven't seen Susan in months."That night after work I stopped by Susan's to visit and I asked her how she and Harry were getting on."We aren't. He told me that he didn't feel that we were a.