Do you want...to get undressed?" Say again?" Your body is about to change. It could be awkward if you're wearingthe wrong kind of clothes."I grinned. ...That is without doubt the weirdest excuse to get my shirtoff that I have ever heard."She drummed her fingers on my pecs. "Well...if nothing comes of this...I'llmake it worth your while...how's that?" Sounds like a deal."She stepped back to let me undress. I pulled my shirt over my head,catching her eye as she scanned my chiselled physique. For a. “ye kya kar rahe ho?” Warsha ne kaha. Maine kaha “Warsha tum bahut beautiful ho, main tumhein bahut pyaar karta hu…” Warsha mujhe ghoorne lagi. Maine phir se uske gaal par ek kiss kar li. Is baar usne kuch nahi kaha tab maine doosre gaal par bhi kiss kar liya. Phir maine continuous 4-5 kiss uske gaalon par aur fore-head par kar di.Phir jaise hi uske lips par kiss karne laga Warsha ne mujhe rok diya “please mat karo…” maine kaha “kuch nahi hoga baby” aur uske lips ko kiss kar diya. Kitne mulayam. It was so strange, being driven home by someone who wasn't my husband. When he pulled into the driveway, there was a cab waiting for him at the curb. I didn't even know when he had called for it. "Thank you," I told him, already feeling the promised tiredness. He cocked his head at me. "Good luck this weekend. I hope you give him hell." He reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. It was the only time he touched me all night but it still managed to leave me confused. It still. I spent two full hours in heaven.I must have tried on every pair of heels I could fit into as well asevery pair of boots in the place, I picked out a couple pairs of pumpsand two pair of stiletto heeled boots and added them to the collection inthe car. I was nearly worn out from the thrill of having one of myfantasies come true, what crossdresser didn't dream of having all thewomen's clothing he ever wanted free for the taking? I decided I wouldcall it a day and go on with some other duties, I.