I wanted to go to him dressed as awoman; to have sex with him dressed as a woman, and I wanted to do itagain and again and again. I didn't care that I...was queer. I knew I wasqueer. I knew now that I was a pansy, a poof, a nancy-boy, and the ideathrilled me. The idea of being swathed in sexy women' clothes and beingloved by an older man was now the central core of my being.I unlocked the bathroom and tiptoed out. I went straight to my mother'sdressing room, and pulled out some black court shoes. He licked them and I realized he had a bigger tongue than me. He then licked my cock which had grown soft, he actually wrapped his tongue around it long ways and sucked it into his mouth. He noticed my lack of growth, despite my previous arousal. Somewhere in my mind, I knew he was experienced enough to know that it took a cock in me for mine to get hard, which is true when I’m fucking men. He left my cock and sucked one of my balls into his mouth. He swiveled it around as I squirmed in delight. Let me spend some of it on someone that I really like," I told her. She finally agreed.We spent several more hours in various ladies clothing stores. We wound up with four dresses, three skirts, six blouses, some underwear, and two pair of shoes. All were in various shades of green, red/orange, peach, gray, and light blue. We were loaded down when we left the mall.That evening, I took Amber to an Italian Restaurant. We had a very nice dinner in a romantic setting. I drove Amber to her house. We. Those words were to push herand make her reach her potential. It is called tough love.I did use Helen to get back at you. You might not have gotten me firedbut what happened was just as bad. You know, full well, that the schooldistrict would not bring me back after you got me thrown out of ourclassroom. It was my classroom too; I wanted those students to do theirbest. I cared for them.I am not sorry about what I did, I am sorry that it did not work."Marci's anger rose and all the physical signs.