You lie awake all night thinking about it; trying to rationalise what happened. You convince yourself that your feeling of revulsion confirms that you...are not gay. Maybe this event will help you stop the crossdressing. For a few weeks after, you resist your stash of women’s clothing. You tell yourself that you’ve shaken the habit. Then, one night alone at home, you feel bored. A little frisky! Just like one drink can’t do any harm with an alcoholic, just dressing one more time to. I started recollecting and then I realized that I wore the same blazer on last family get-together. There were around 6 to 7 married ladies and was not sure among who was she. One morning message came stating “I will disclose my identity today.”The same evening, we were planning to meet the same groups of people for another get-together. I was nervous but excited and was looking for a clue but didn’t get any. After half an hour, Nilesh and Ashwini arrived. Ashwini was in gray one piece. We both. "I was out at the bridge," he told her, quite honestly. "I rigged up some trip-wires on the catwalk exit so that if someone comes up that way like I did, it'll at least make some noise. I also checked on the western position on my way back." You weren't out visiting someone?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest."Visiting someone?" One of the women maybe?" she said. "One of those sluts who are trying to get you into bed with them?"He sighed a little. He had known that at some point this. When she returned she turned the lights off, put the movie 28 Days Later on then put the popcorn between us. While we were watching she dropped a peice of popcorn between her boobs and started looking around under her shirt to find it. She eventually took her shirt off, I immeditally got a boner from seeing her semi-naked. Ikept thinking to myself, she has got to be bloody kidding me, there is no way she would hit on me, that when I noticed her looking at my boner for a split second before.