I was quite flattered and as time wore on I did notice her smiles and the little looks she gave me. The sad thing was Robert was diagnosed with cancer...and after a relatively short illness he died. Helen was as you can imagine devastated and grieved heavily. She went off the rails for a while, drank too much, had disagreements with her family and friends, overall lost her mojo and sense of purpose. At the time we did not see much of Helen, when we did you could tell how devastated she was. We. I thought about killing myself, but my sweet hubby. What had I gotten us into? This was all my fault. I realized I wasn’t a sometime ‘slut’. I was a fulltime ‘SLUT’. I headed for bed even though it was only 2 in the afternoon. I slept until the next morning. It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh, the birds were singing and the sun shone brightly. About 9, the doorbell rang. I peeked out the window and didn’t see my mistress’ car, so I wondered who it might be. I opened. Sally was about to turn back to her magazine when she noticed the young men opposite staring at her, staring at her chest and nudging each other. To her shock and dismay she realised all she now had on were her trousers and jacket. Through the opening of her jack­et her pinky-brown nipples were peering out like little pink piggy noses sens­ing the air—much to the pleasure of the young men opposite. The jacket was a short one. Sally did not like to think of the embarrassment had her trousers. It was still 5 miles to the exit they were going to, so I let them pass me one more time. I made up my own little sign that said "I'm not a real woman, but a sissy crossdresser" I taped it to my passenger side window and passed them all again....but not so slowly this time. They were very surprised and some couldn't believe it. One even said, " I don't care, I hope she exits anyway...maybe she'll suck our cocks" They all laughed, but no one really seemed pissed off or wanted to run me off the.