Happy birthday, Mr Bishal and many, many more, she said in a low, sultry voice. The old mans rheumy eyes widened as she shifted under his trembling ha...ds, letting her black-cloaked form feel the warm body beneath his wandering fingers. Standing there in the golden afternoon light of the kitchen, a fat old man groped the lush firm ass of the Nun as she ground her body appreciatively against his. Giggling like a school girl, Sister Mary extracted herself from his grip and took him by the hand. It was a mere moment before the door was opened, and at the threshold stood one such as to live in legend. ‘I am Finnabair, daughter of Connlongas, and you are welcome on this night sir.’ Her voice was sweet as honey, and her form perfect. Queenly was she, in stature and shapeliness, and Lugh was taken with her. ‘Hail Queenly Finnabair, daughter of Connlongas, and blessing of the good people upon ye!’ Lugh said bowing deeply. Finnabair opened wide and welcomed him in, taking his cloak and. The closer you get to radical oradvanced crossdressing the more normal it feels; if you look great youfeel great and denial becomes less of a factor. The simple act of learninghow to walk well in high heels will counteract the denial for the more youdo it the more natural it becomes lessening the denial. Walking in heelsis addictive, not always comfortable, but undeniably addictive. The seedsof denial are the feelings of guilt and shame and these feelings areentirely self destructive. Stop. Jakob smiled to himself; his parents always were odd. As he pulled into the driveway his mother Dana burst from the front door and pulled Jakob in a hug before he was even out of the car. Jakob laughed and returned his mother's embrace as his father John and little sister Alex came through the front door. His father gave him a smile and welcomed him home with a small hug before grabbing Jakob's bags out of the trunk. His little sister jumped and hooked her arms around his neck Jakob squeezed.