I am asenior ( let's say mid 60:s), and as far back as I can recall I have beenfascinated about dressing as a girl.When I was about 10 or 11 I starte... to think what it would be like if Icould be a boy one day, and dress as a girl the next, and by the age of18 would have to make a decision which gender I thought best fit me. Mysisters did dress me up in my mother's closthes and put makepup on me soI could model for my parents. Everyone was thought it was cute,and hada good laugh.What they. I forgot to mention about her assets she was 34-30-32 as per my guess. That day she was dressed in a pink colour saree which was almost transparent. Anyone who looks at her once will surely take a second glance on her. She was somewhat hot and homely type girl as in my fantasies.I began to enjoy myself by touching her hands then and there. She didn’t respond to my touches so I became courageous and started my legs to touch her legs. To my surprise she didn’t respond. Then we switched seats and. I drink two large glasses of water, not because I am thirsty, but I lovethe increasing pressure of wanting to pee that will build before the icemelts, a will have to wait to empty my bladder, this pressure increasesthe strength of my errection and emphasises my restrained impotentposition. In about two and a half hours that water will be demanding tobe released, and I will need to keep up my pelvic pressure to keep itfrom escaping and making a mess.The thought of how hard I will need to work,. Liz was the first to break the silence. “What are you going to wear?”“I don't know. I guess I'll find a dress to wear. It's a shame that Misselhorns closed up. I guess I'm going to have to go over to the Factory Connection in Perryville. Maybe find a nice black dress.”“Know what you should get? How about a nice new panty set, with a pair of suspenders, and some real silk stockings. Maybe even a fancy new pair of fuck me stilettos.”“Liz!”“Oh stop, when was the last time you had sex with a man?.