”She signed her name on the bottom of the ticket and the driver pushed the box under her chair with his booted foot. She tried not to make it obviou... but she took a good look at his package sitting serenely inside his short tight pants and it made her a little nervous because she sensed it was oversized and ready for action.“That is nice of you, lady. Usually most people just ignore me and hope I go away and not disturb them from whatever it is that they are doing.”“Despite the fact I am a. “Getting ready for bed,” she said, not moving. She watched his eyes devour her breasts and felt the delicious warmth in her belly that told her she was going to have to rub again tonight. “Why? Do you want to help me?”“I told you that’s not a good idea,” he said.“Oh,” she said, reaching for the clasp of her skirt. She didn’t want to bend over, because she couldn’t look at those eyes if she did that, so she let the skirt drop. It landed with a soft rustle around her feet. She realized she was. She wanted to play this role of a hidden peacemaker.It was then she came to know lot of things which even I didn’t know about my ex and turned out she was already cheating on me since a year and was going out with another guy in her neighbourhood. Preeti told me all this things and I moved on slowly. Preeti did whatever she could to keep me out of my hangover and I started being happy. All this made me and Preeti my best friend and we started sharing our personal lives.One day, Preeti told me. Shaving your legs isindicative of a commitment to crossdressing, a commitment that makesdenial difficult if not impossible. I was giddy at having shaved my legsyet struggled with accepting my true self. Many if not most of us areperfectly normal guys who routinely participate in manly activities butnow and then we cross the gender border or perhaps more tellingly dancearound it. Denial is also dependent on just how good we look whilecrossdressed. This is a theory but bear with me. Those of.