Continuing to get dressed and continuing to get turned on I reach out for a micro kilt next and that slips on nicely followed by a dark green roll nec... jumper, finally putting on a pair of 4” black court shoes onto feet too large to be female.The touch, the feel, the restrictiveness of some of the female clothing that I have on makes me want to caress and stroke myself. Lower my hands go as they glide over my now flat stomach, and further down my silken restrained groin stirs. I must stop as I. But for now, let’s worry about the basic important things in life. I need clothes and food.”“I have pants and shirts, but they will be very large on you.”“I can wear them until we can find a shop with clothes for me. Now what have you to eat?”“I have bread and butter and porridge.”“Thank you, that’s a good start.”I made breakfast and tea. While I prepared the food, I told Angel where she could find my pants and shirts and she made herself decent. When she joined me at the table, I served her. She would be blindfolded. It was a rather cold day, around sixty five, but clear. Low areas of the beach, in the sand mounds, were warm with the sun and windless. There would be no one around. It was the day to turn a fantasy to the next stage. I got what I needed, put it in the car trunk along with a bottle of schnapps, and set off. She got naked as usual, for the rather long drive. When we got there the small parking space had no one in it. I parked the car and we started the walk to our. I hung my suit next to the few others I owned in mycloset. I was not a suit and tie kind of guy, but work had a strictdress policy. Once I'd changed I headed back to the kitchen tomicrowave my dinner. While waiting for my dinner to finish I noticedthe dirty dishes in the sink. I considered putting them in thedishwasher, but I remembered that the dishwasher was full of cleandishes and I lacked the motivation to empty it.The dishes weren't the only thing to slide when it came to cleaning.