The man she'd been engaged to when her sister ran off refused to talk, and the boy and girl she'd raised said she'd asked them not to.It wasn't juicy,...but with the right twist on the headlines it sold magazines.Being described as too demanding at least reduced the sympathy factor for Des, but she still wasn't pleased by the article."Too demanding?" She threw the magazine across the living room. "Yes, I was demanding. I demanded a man have half a brain. I demanded he have some plans for his life. There was a pause that was filled with the promise of things to come, if she could only bring herself to accept what lie ahead. Her mind reeled, trying to figure out what her next step should be. What did he want? Afraid to break the spell of the moment she chose to lie still, waiting for his words to guide her."Please stand", he said. She awkwardly tried to find her feet as she moved from his lap. She began to reach for the silk underwear that hampered her movement."No".The directness of his. So I'm sending you somewhere to let your hair down, and get that frustration out. I had to pull some strings to get you an invitation so don't fuck it up.", Jess sipped at her orange juice for a moment."This is an invitation-only club, so it has rules. You have to come alone, no plus ones and no pets. You have to leave your smartphone at reception. You can't ever tell anyone what you get up there. Only use your first name when you're there. Bring at least one black-tie formal event outfit,. Having been a crossdresser on and off my entire life, I have done the old collect and purge routine too many times. After putting Jennifer away several years and relationships ago, the old urges returned recently. Having lost a considerable amount of weight and working out my feminine side emerged once and again, and boy am I having some fun. More about that in a later post. For now I want to share one of the hottest nights I have ever had while dressed.Two weeks ago while my permanent.