How do Ifeel, knowing my husband is crossdresser? I'm not sure yet. Somethinginside says that it's not a problem. I still have my husband, who I lovev...ry much." Is Tammy telling you that this is all right?" I'm not sure. But, something inside is saying, that there's nothingwrong with what I'm seeing." So, you don't have a problem with this. From what I've read, it won'tgo away. We're stuck with it. Or, at least I am." Why wouldn't I be stuck with it?" If you ... left me." Love. I'd never do. Some weeks after her first day of nudity, by which time she was accepted in this state by all, including an increasingly friendly and appreciative Bernard, she was working some way out of the village digging out a pit for the village's refuse to be buried, when she was startled by a hand on her shoulder."Good morning, Lady Harriet - what a privilege to see this prodigious labourer in our vineyard in all her awesome glory!"She turned to look at the owner of this cultivated Public School accent. My life was dull, uneventful, gray. The only exhilaration I ever felt was from practicing my gymnastics. I longed for excitement, for danger, and I feared I would never know any of that.I would have never imagined that I was being appraised by Gorean slavers, evaluated for signs of my potential as a slave, not only physical, but emotional and intellectual. Only females with sufficient responsiveness, sensibility, intelligence and an adequate disposition are considered for slavery.It is clear. " I don't cry all the time," she defended."True," I admitted immediately. I didn't want to argue.There was a pregnant pause, and then she said "Only when Dilly's eating."That gave me pause. I couldn't figure out why the act of a baby eating would make a woman sad.So I took the psychologist approach. "It might help if you talked about it." You'll think I'm a pervert."Dilly fussed and she changed him to the other breast. Even in the relative darkness I could see how large and distended the "used".