If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tri...al territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is. The little stream gurgled. The flowers were a brilliant yellow in the spring sunshine.I knew he was looking at me, but I could not look him in the eye. So we sat and said nothing.Then his hand was on my face, and I knew what he would do when he turned my face toward him and I at last looked into his eyes. Yet I turned to look at him anyway. He leaned in and kissed me. For a few seconds I returned the kiss, then broke away.?Thou art over-bold, Sir Knight, to steal a kiss from thy baron’s wife.?I. Rachel was Darren's female persona. If my luck held out, itwould be a great weekend as today was Friday. I had enormous guilt that Ihad not disclosed this side of me to Jenny before.I had been a cross dresser since my teens. Some periods were more intensethan others. As I had graduated from college and gone out on my own, I hadperiods of intense dressing three to four times a week. After I met Jennyand decided that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, Ichanged my habits and. You pick up a few things for us to experiment with as I walk to look at movies. I am in awe of what I see and you again enjoy my naiveté. We pick one movie that is soft so as not to totally abuse my sensitivities. You pay and together we head out the door and back to the truck. Outside you open the door and take my hand, I think it’s to help me up, but you pull me back instead. You rock against be from behind and whisper into my ear how much fun we will have tonight. You slide your hand down.