The next thing I knew was that I was right with my face against the cold wall. He made me spread my arms and my legs wide apart so that I leant agains... the wall with my palms flat out. I struggled to get away him from me, but he slammed me against the wall. "You just stay calm until we're finished with you, bitch. We saw you take all that stuff and now we are going to search you and find it." "Try anything and I will scream" I told him in a defiant tone."You can scream all you want, bitch. No. But it wasalways there, the urge to dress in girls clothes, never went away.I remember at 18 in between high school and college I needed to take astressful driving test, to get my license. I was so stressed I rememberseeing a bag with used clothes, in it was a silky Green Party dress. Ineeded release from the stress so came and quietly in my room put on thedress. It made me so alive, the feeling of the silky of the dress, andthe restricting skirt, while I discovered myself...I came for the. They never come up in my room in the evening that day the door bell rang as i open the door I saw a guy was standing in front of me, covering his face in a cloth and only his eyes were visible. It seemed to me that he is a bit scared. He asked me in English that he needs help because some people are chasing him and he want to hide somewhere and they are searching everywhere. I realised that he is not an Indian but a foreigner. I let him enter my house took him straight to my room and asked him. I moveddown to her Capri pants, undid the button and thezipper, and slid them down over her hips and to thefloor. Her panties matched the bra. I held her handwhile she stepped out of the pants. Her skin wasabsolutely flawless, honey-colored, smooth, soft,with very pale, very fine hairs on her arms andbelly. I was incredibly turned on. Her curves werejust the prefect proportions. As I reached behind her again to unclasp her bra, shesaid, “We shouldn’t, Joe.” “I know, but.