3 years later they decided to look for new place and while at it decided to put up at my apartment. I noticed she would fight with her husband a lot. ...e would come home drunk , demean her and her family regardless who was present at the moment. jiana would go to the corner and cry. I felt bad for her . This used to be a daily thing and I grew fond of her slowly. I started to like her presence around me.Soon they found a place and move away. But I used to follow her on twitter where she was. After work, I would repeat the process thenhead to the MAC store. I had no idea what to expect when I stepped intothat store. But I was assigned to Gina a cute Italian looking girl. Shetook me to a back room that they had and then said "I figured you wantsome privacy while we do this." I muttered out yeah that's great. Sheasked what this was for and assumed it was for Halloween or something. Itold her no and explained the drag show and how me and Kevin made a bet.She said "You'll be alright and. Mujhe shock laga mei kuch samaj nahi paya. usne kaha maine us din tujhe mooth marthe huye dekhi hoon..kyon mere boobs tujhe itne pasand aye ..maine kaha kya karun didi jabse apke boobs ko dekha hei mujhe kuch bhi nahi dikhta.. usne kaha aaj meri doodh piyega .. maine kaha jaroor isi din ke liye toh mei beshabri sei intejar kar raha tha..phir hum mere bedroom mei aye..maine didi ko godh mei utha liya aur room ke charo taraf ghumne laga.. phir maine unhe bed pe leta diya aur unke hoto ko kiss. " Why mom wantedto have me dress as a girl aside, and after having seen myself wearing adress just like that some of my classmates wore, I couldn't say that shewas wrong.But I thought that for me to agree would diminish my vision of my ownmasculinity, what little I had left of it anyway, and while I discoveredthat wearing a dress wasn't that bad, just how could I say that to her?The question of why mom had suggested it lingered, nagging at me. As Isat there, my knees together and my hands on my.