As it was, I hadhad to go to another site for a week, and, consequently, was not around.Whitney, of course, knew I was going away and had given me a s...ecialgoing away present the weekend before.She had played at being a very naughty - and sexy - nurse. A white PVCnurse outfit with the obligatory red cross on it, together with matchingbra, knickers and a hat; white stockings and red shoes.After some gentle lovemaking - which included extensive foot worship ofWhitney's sexy, nylon-clad feet - I. It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts tomorrow."I envisioned something like the Super Bowl: two teams, one big game, it's over. Or else the World Series - World Cup, World Series -- I saw a connection: seven games, best of four wins, fini. How wrong I was.Three to four matches a day, fourteen days straight, shown at late (or early, depending on. I did feel shame because of the way society viewed cross-dressers and transvestites. There were also many ramifications with this being common knowledge, my business, my children, and violent bigots etcetera. If only it was possible to talk openly about such a lifestyle. I didn't want a sex change but love dressing up.I realised that this was the first time I had actually talked with a trans person and was desperate to tell her my secret and the frustration I was experiencing. Inside I had this. She was Aunt Ananya. She was a very elegant woman, with a headscarf wrapped around her head with a few stray strands of hair poking out from the top of the scarf. She had a warm smile, much like Uncle Bilal. She also had dark olive skin like Uncle Bilal. She happily walked up to Julia and bowed before shaking her hand. “Hello dear! It is so nice to see you again!” She said warmly before placing her hand on Julia’s head as a sign of respect. Afterwards she walked up to David and hugged him,.