Hats with black veils. Corsets of velvet and lace. Black sheer stockings and frilly garters to hold them up and the most beautiful item, a white weddi...g gown and veil. The gown had an empire waist and long lace sleeves that flared out at the cuffs. The bodice was white lace and low cut. And had a tiny clump of white satin roses and a delicate pink ribbon falling under the bust-line. The gown trailed down to the floor with a long lace train. The veil was gathered up at the top and fell down. And he hadn't yet — quite.He would have to come clean with Deborah too. That could really put the cat among the pigeons. He wondered whether she had remained chaste since her divorce. Almost certainly. However there was no need to get wound up about that at this stage as it might never be necessary although he found himself hoping that it would.He went off to the kitchen to fix himself some lunch. He had a client coming down this afternoon. He hoped he could think straight. At least they would. Sometime later I half woke-up and realised that the man had put his hand on my bare leg. He wasn’t hurting me and was gently rubbing my leg. I relaxed and tried to ignore it.The hand continued gently rubbing my leg and slowly moved down (up) towards my pussy. I decided to see how far the man would go so I pretended to be a bit restless and adjusted my butt a bit and moved my arms away from my pussy. If he’d looked at the right angle he would be able to see everything.The hand had gone still. Went from the simply things to wearing skirts, blouses, and heels. I even started to try on make-up. I did not do a good job of it be I tried. I did not have a dad so I did not know any better about being a boy. My mom would make me do the dishes, and clean the house when I got older. Some days I would get home run from school and change in to my girl clothes to do the chores she gave. I wanted to feel and look like my mom when I was doing them. One day she came home early from work and.