.. That was the 1st time I remember. From there I starting todress more.Going to goodwill during college breaks to pickup some dresses or try ona wedd...ng dress.There was a time I explored much more of my femininity in my late 20'searly 30's. Going out dressed en femme, shopping shopping =), going toclub dances, meeting other sisters like me, goin to various meetups andparades dressed. It was a alive exp.Then something happened and stopped exploring, a failed encounter with aguy one night in a. Just like her mother and sister did at home. She hung up the skirt she had worn yesterday in the wardrobe and made the bed. Doing all these ordinary things took her mind off the obvious question: what was going to happen when Steve woke up?Michele went back into the lounge and saw that the fire was nearly out; the room was getting cold despite the heat coming from the combustion stove in the kitchen. Michele squatted down next to hearth and began to rebuild the fire.Steve opened one eye first. ‘Hey buddy, you’re hard up for cash?’ ‘Yeah, why?’ ‘I need some help over at my place if you don’t mind. I’ll pay you up to 500 if you’re up to it. I haven’t found anyone who’s willing to help and you need the money.’ ‘Uhh, sure, but I’m almost out of gas.’ ‘Don’t worry. We’ll take my car then I’ll bring you back. It might take awhile though.’ ‘OK, I need to call my old lady. She might get pissed off.’ ‘Come on.’ He led Art to his new Lexus. ‘You can call from my place.’ The ride was luxurious. She should be exhausted from the endless nights of fucking - the avalanches of orgasm.Well, exhausted she was. Sore, beat, worn out were also words describing her nicely. There wasn't a bone or a muscle in her body that didn't ache. Her skin was strewn with bites and bruises.And yet, instead of satisfied, she felt down, disappointed, shocked, downtrodden and humiliated.She had trouble even remembering the first day now. The excited mood she was in when they walked into their suite, looking out.