By some fortunate coincidence, my: a) sister, b) mother, c) aunt, d) transvestite uncle,kept a selection of clip on earrings and trashy jewellery, whi...h I put onand then I sprayed myself with perfume and as a finishing touch. I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed to see that although Ihad never attempted to dress like a woman before, I had transformedmyself from a fat middle-aged man into a stunning sexy vixen! I decidedI would call myself: a) Vanessa the Undresser, b) Sally. But in all cases they come only with a high cut open crotch. The ladies prefer them as it seems they like to show off’.“Ken, our ladies like to ‘be seen’. So it is essential that you are confident in being able to provide an admiring ‘personal perspective’ when measuring and when they ask, hint or wantonly show off’.Looking at my cock bulge, Heather added “I can see that will be no problem for you”.Our tour included other section: shoes, dresses, skirts etc and then I noticed a discreet sign. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers, a motorbike behind them. Photographs of the two of them walking at the seaside, or in the Lake District; neatly labelled on the backs, date, place ... names. Wedding photos, the groom young, tall, handsome; the bride, though I didn't know it, looking a little like me, literally blushing in white. The order of service for the funeral. I held the photograph of them looking happy together, gazing at it as my vision blurred and I began to. My talks with my parents and sister about Juniper and my love life had helped me to distance myself from that whole affair. Despite never having gone into any kind of detail with the family about the whys and wherefores, talking with them about the breakup had helped convince me that it was real and permanent.I resolved to open my eyes and look around. Hey, I was twenty-eight years old, gainfully employed, and awfully well-paid. Hell, let's face it, I was something of a catch, even if I did.