It was only some stupid clothes. Though a boy would never prance around and act as stupid as this. Did that mean I was a girl? At that point I felt li...e neither. Why could I not just pick one gender and be content with that? Just when I had decided to go home, throw away all of my girl’s clothing and rid myself of this confusing life, someone spoke to me. “Are you okay there?” A man sat down on the bench beside me. I guess any girl would consider him handsome. He was tall with a strong jaw. He used to come daily to her home for an hour and used to clarify her doubts regarding her subject. But never until one day had he made any kind of approaches or had any kind of sexual inclination towards Smriti.Now as far as Smriti was concerned she was a modern day rich girl and used to wear all kind of modern day girl dresses. Shorts, deep cut tops, tight fitted jeans and tshirts etc etc.This day was a Sunday. Smriti’s parents had gone out for a family function and she hadn’t woken up early. " I'm sorry..." And she really meant it.I saw in her eyes total acceptance. No judgment, just understanding and sympathy. And somehow, someway, I felt safe with her. That's when the waterworks opened up.I was crying, and the next thing I knew my head was buried against her shoulder as I sobbed without restraint. She just hugged my head against her, quietly cooing and whispering words I couldn't comprehend and yet understood.Cassandra held me patiently, waiting for me to let it all out. The. Oddly enough, her fucking Donald occasionally, actually pleased Jeff. Somehow, the relationship satisfied the cuckold within him while the fact that it was an occasional evening or overnight, Donald was no longer a threat to their marriage. Jeff realized that the experience with Donald helped him to see that his behaviors eventually would have destroyed his marriage. As it was, those behaviors nearly did. Audrey now wore Jeff’s collars. One was for dress and was a rhinestone choker about an.