In fact I remember being a little above average in thedominant thing. I think that most of us (transvestites, crossdressersetc.) are submissive due to...some weird idea that we're secretly ashamedor embarrassed by the fact that we dress up like women and have sex as awoman rather than a man. Maybe we see "real" women as being submissive tomen and act out on that. Whatever the reason that's the way it is withme.I'm in this more or less committed relationship with a genetic woman (hername is Sharon. ” “Oh, yeah, I heard there would be someone new this year. My name is Patrick, I’m the English teacher. How was your first class?” “Oh, they behaved like little angels.” “Really? You just wait until they have overcome how you look. Then their real selves will show.” “I guess I should take that as a compliment but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” “Right,” said Patrick and went out with his coffee. Salma sipped from hers thinking back to the previous class. There had been a boy in the first row. Unruly. I was wearing the white gown without anything underneath and I could easily make out his bulge poking on my ass through the thin satin fabric of my gown.I wished him back and said, “Somebody had a good night’s rest” and pressed my ass back on to his bulge.His right hand crawled up to my right boob, caressing it and his left-hand fingers found their way into my cunt beneath the mid-thigh-length gown as he exhaled, “You think?” into my ear.I was thoroughly enjoying the attention I was getting. My wife climbed the corporate ladder quiet fast and now holds a hi level position. In the last year my wife was working on land a huge contract from this french company worth millions of dollars. Know doubt if she did, she would most defiantly be promoted to VP of operations. 7 figure Salary would follow. Finally the big week where the CEO of the french company was arriving to visit the facility. My wife spent the hole week with CEO Mr. Malvide. Bye the end of week Monsieur Malvide wanted to.