She worked in a pastry come coffee shop but rarely mixed with the customers, her job was in the kitchen preparing the orders and getting in the necess...ry supplies to accommodate the requirements of the clientele. She came to work by tram, day in and day out. Because of her experience and that she was a good worker, didn’t complain even though her pay wasn’t that great, she was satisfied, however, she lacked one item that all the other women and girls that worked in the shop had, was a male. I work in a professional career and I secretly like to cross dress. My wife does not know, or, I suspect she might, but prefers to not acknowledge it.I started dressing about twenty years ago when our two daughters were off to college and we were empty nesters. Out of curiosity I tried my wife’s panties on one day while she was gone. It really felt good – different. I was not sure this was right and afraid of getting caught so I did not keep them on too long. Over time I occasionally would try. Chains, ropes, whips hung from the walls. Handcuffs were constantly attached to the bedpost for immediate use, as well as on the wall. It reaked. But it reaked like her, their carpeted floor unable to get away from the scent.And their costumes, must I say are on full display, constantly hanging from neat little hooks close to rhe bed. Most of them were for her: a kitty cat, a little school girl, a nurse, teacher, policeman... Basically every kinky costume they could think up.Tonight she was. ”She smiled up at me and said, “Since our breakup anddivorce, it has been a long time for me, too. I feellike I could enjoy a long night of dancing with you.” I said, “That would be great for me, too, as long asone of the dances is the horizontal mambo. I’ve hadjust enough to drink to make me feel like anythinggoes.”She asked, “Where are you staying tonight?” I told herthat I had a room at a local motel, about 10 minutesfrom the reception hall..