We knew that soon it would destroy our marriage, our relationship and us both as individuals.Of all things, a blocked kitchen sink and too much alcoho... put me onto my present path. David and I had rowed at breakfast and I had opened a bottle of wine to help drown my sorrows when the sink added to my miseries by refusing to empty.The plumber, a nondescript guy in his mid forties, started on the blockage and in my slightly inebriated state I offered him a glass of wine which he declined so I. The other two girls wore three-inch heels to match their collars while Silk wore mock ballet slippers. Michael figured that since she would probably be sitting most of the night, slippers would be the most comfortable.Finally it was time to go. The girls donned their cloaks that Michael had bought them. He had said it was best to travel with the cloaks, that way when they got there they didn’t have to undress. No lost clothing this way. Silk could tell that Michael was very thorough as they. When Wilson suddenly and unexpectedly furled his tongue and stabbed itdirectly into the crinkled little mouth of her clasping cuntal furrow,Melanie welcomed the intrusion with a gasping sigh of sexual relief. Herfull hips picked up an automatic fucking rhythm of response, humpingback against Wilson's face and fairly buffeting his nibbling, suckinglips with the juicy coraline flesh of her lightly furred little cunt.The eager would-be rapist noted his captive's mountingly enthusiasticresponse,. Sorry for bad english, I try to write correctly but don't know if I did.From tonight, I was a crossdresser. I'm been crossdresser from 12 to oneday before my 27th birthday. Irony.I begin to have an answer to the question: "What feel girl?"Yes, a simple question. What feel girl when wear panty, tights, dress,skirt? What feel a woman in heels, purse, with her hair falling down theshoulder? What feel a teenage when begin to make up herself? When wearlipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, foundation? When.