Aber mein Fetisch blieb. Insbesondere wenn ich mit meinen Freunden unterwegs war trug ich heimlich ihre Unterwäsche, kam "zufällig" auf meine Mama z... sprechen und ich samte fast ab, wenn die Kumpels über Figur und Po von ihr sprachen.Wenn ich allein unterwegs bin, gebe ich mich nicht als Damenwäscheträger zu erkennen, trage aber fast immer Nylons oder Spitzenunterwäsche in der Öffentlichkeit.Eines Tages kam ich aufgegeilt heim, zog mich bis auf meine Fetischklamotten aus und dachte mir "Anita,. "She opened the door, took my hand and literally dragged me out. "Hello Miss. My friend Greta is ready. She wants to show you her newblouse."I blushed over both ears when the woman appeared. Her name tag readMandy. She wore a big smile on her face."Oh I can?t tell how I admire your courage. You know to become a woman.How long have you been dressing? I bet you are wearing girl clothessince childhood."She really believed I was a transsexual. I didn?t know what to say."I, I, err, I am sorry. I am. We only ask that if you bring him here and you change him that youboth wear burqas and convert to Islam. It's about submission you see.It helped me to understand who I am. I am happier now as a woman than Iever was as a man. We only ask, mind, there's no compulsion in Islam."I knew what she meant I felt much closer to Rita now. We were dressedthe same and doing everything together.Rita told me she wanted to talk with Nas and to go through with our bagsto the changing room. For a second I. Celeste laughed with me as I loaded up with my wife’s purchases and one of hers. We walked together through the mall and in to the car park.She was immediately apologetic... “Sorry it’s a bit of a walk. I have a new car and I try to avoid the more crowded parts”.“Hey it’s ok ... we’re parked in this area too”. I pointed out the mid-sized motor home parked just ahead.“Oh ... I saw that and wondered who owned that ... it’s looks great” she commented as we arrived at her car which was just 10.