"“You have? Fancy a partnership?" Yes," I said simply.She yelled and hugged me so hard I thought my back would break. She grasped my hands and dance... around me."You mean you'll do it?" Yes, of course I will."She screamed again.~~~We were back up in her flat drinking coffee when my phone rang. It was Michael, wanting to meet and discuss the films with us.“Sure," I said, and he said he'd ring Jenny. "Don't bother, I'm at her place now." I blew her a kiss."That good eh?" Oh yes," I confirmed,. What about you, Bren?“The same. Would you say twenty minutes?”“I think that will work, especially if we don’t try to shower together. There are just too many distractions for when we’re in a hurry.”“Aw shucks!” pouted Hawk playfully.“Didn’t you get enough loving last night?” asked Brenda.“When it comes to loving from you two, it’s like J. Paul Getty said when asked how much money was enough.”“And what was his answer?” asked Maria.“Just a little bit more,” laughed Hawk.“Go get your shower, you. ”I slipped my phone back into my purse and stepped out of the car. Mom sauntered around. She was still beautiful. Now that I was in my mid-twenties, she was often mistaken for my older sister rather than my mom. She hooked her arm with mine, a big smile on her face.I shuddered as we headed inside. The doors opened for us. My nerves squirmed. The purse swayed off my shoulder, rubbing against my side. My large breasts bounced in the light and airy dress I wore, sleeveless, a scoop neckline that. And almost all people who knew me was aware that I am a bit girlish (only a small bit. Nobody teased me or made fun of me witht that). But none knew I am a gay. But to be frank I am not a gay, I am a girl trapped in boy’s body.I loved to cross dress. My parents are abroad. And I live alone in one of the liveliest part of Banglore where rich people live. So I had my privacy to try cross dressing. During my time alone in my villa, I wear girl’s dresses or I wear nothing at all. I have a huge.