I said that I was submissive and not sure what I was looking for. Jim suggested that I meet him and Champ at his house in the country. No pressure jus... meet for a few drinks and sees what happens. I had my invite to meet Jim in person but if I met was not sure if I was going to have to be used by one of his dogs or not. I decided that now was the time to let Jim know that I was a guy pretending to be a woman.I typed to Jim, "Jim, I have not been honest with you."Jim responded, "Cindy what do. Sara saw that I was disturbed highly and wasn’t handling things well. So she asked me to take a walk with her and talk with her. She asked me why am I so upset. I told her that I really liked my ex-girlfriend.The truth was my ex-girlfriend was extremely pretty but one of those girls who is totally into looks and appearances and makeup. She was a surface girl without any depth, but then again, we were kids. She is a social worker now but the conversations are still pretty superficial.I wasn’t. "Post-partum will do it sometimes," her friend Barbara had told her. Barb was a psychologist and women's social worker at a clinic in town, and, lucky for Wendy, would sometimes share gems of insight with her over lunch. "Babies have a way of screwing things up for mom and dad, even in between all the joy and fun. Spontaneity disappears, and the work of caring for baby has to come first. It's an adjustment. You and Bill will be ok."So that must have been it. They would get back on track, she. Mike and Linda were still here. I felt soashamed — how could I ever face my friend Mike afterwhat he had done to me. And my wife Susan. Surely shemust know. And then I recalled how she had encouragedme, almost forcing me to flirt with Mike.As I threw my legs over the side of the bed, I felt anunfamiliar soreness. Realizing that I could not stay inbed all day, I rose to my feet, the long blond hair ofmy wig felt soft on my bare shoulders. Quickly Iskimmed out of the camisole. Opting to.