The voices inside slowed down, but didn't stop until the door was opened. "Hello Aaron," I said to the man I most respected in the world. "Alex?" he a...ked back. "Why are you here?" "Just visiting old family members," I answered cheerfully. "May I come in?" "Sure, sure, make yourself at home" "Thank you." I said as I walked through the door. I looked around the house that I loved most and saw Allen sitting in the corner, obviously the other side of the conversation I had heard. The bathroom. The waiter will have the same look of detached politeness. I may even catch the heel of my shoe in the same knot in the floorboard, and sigh. I will look up and see you. As I did that day. That day you smiled and watched as I slipped my foot out of my shoe, leant down and twisted the heel carefully to release it. My eyes meeting yours, again. And again. You will come over to me as I slip my foot back in my shoe, smile and say, ‘Typical, isn’t it?’ I will smile back and say, ‘Isn’t it just?’ . He was seated in a wheelchair and being pulled from the back of a van. Julia smiled exuberantly with arms outstretched in greeting as she watched the pair of EMTs lower her husband to the ground. She bent at the waist and hugged him tightly to her, kissing the top of his head. “Was your ride ok? Are you still alright sitting up?” He squinted at the setting sun, which burned at his retinas, and noticed his dull aches of hunger. It was early evening. He couldn't remember a thing since that. I stopped dressing for a while trying to stop my urges to want cock, but I just couldn't stop. Putting on black hold up stockings and heels just made me want cock more and more. Whenever I wear them I forget im a guy and I instantly turn into Annie, a siisy tranny that is just a pure slut that would do anything for a cock.A few years later I moved in with my current wife, I started to collect and buy more nylons and heels and was struggling to keep it all hidden, so I had to make my collection.