It looks brand new, albeit a little less thanfashionable. In fact, as I gaze around the room I realise that many ofthese clothes Mary has never worn. ... used to think she was mad aboutclothes, but now I started suspecting that it is me that is mad aboutclothes. Clearly I am the one obsessed with her wardrobe, and she ismerely humouring me by acting excited when I bring her new gifts."That's embarrassing," I sighed to myself. "I suppose I'm more intowomen's fashion than my wife."But that got me. It was designed not only to compressmy waist to an unnaturally small circumference, but to hold up a pairof girl's nylon stockings as well.Sherry stood next to me and ran her hands up and down the sides of thebody shaper. "That's much better Brandi. It must be taking at least acouple more inches off your waist line. Stay here, I'll be rightback."She went into the utility room, returning momentarily with a cloth tapemeasure. She wrapped it around newly compressed waist. "You're downto a 27. I thought she was joking or maybe testing me to see what I would say, but I said ok. I grabbed the phone and I called my best friend over without him having any idea of our little plan my wife and I had. my best friend and I use to pick up girls back in the day and he had hooked me up with girls before so I thought I do him a favor. he later came and we hung out in our room drinking and watching tv with my wife while we talked. then a conversation about sex came up and we laughed and drank our. "About what exactly?" I asked.Yana took a few deep breaths, fanned her face with her hand quickly, then continued."About the fact you said that you'd date a trans girl," she said.I laughed"Ah, okay," I replied. "Yeah, as I said, I don't have any problem dating trans girls."The subject had come up earlier, shortly after Yana's own revelation that she was herself, trans. She'd been quite open about it. However, it wasn't until her mother had gone to the bathroom that she'd mentioned her struggles.