Time, like a river, alwaysmoves forward. So, after being made to return to the store where I hadpurchased a dress for myself, and then openly diving ...nto the world offeminimity at the hands of my wife and my co-worker/her best friend, itis only natural that things would not return to their prior state.My wife, Ann, became more open to my cross dressing. To be sure, someaspects were purely beneficial to her. I now had a standing obligationto provide her manicures and pedicures every Sunday. . I pretended to hid my cock and be shocked. “I was just taking bath.” But she was interested to listen to my answers and she was just staring at my half hidden erected cock.”“Oh my god it’s so huge Virat!” she gasped. I was still trying to hide my dick just to fail in the attempt. “Sorry I was just… Before I could finish my sentence she just stepped inside and locked the door. “Sorry I was just finishing.” “Alone? Didn’t even care for me to join?” It was time that I had to stop all the drama and. I knew I may not survive this beating! As he neared me, the six ewes crowded around me, keeping da at bay for a time, he began to kick them out of his way, when we heard a crashing, stooped and turned to see six midnight black rams charging him, their developing horns with slight curls, battered his legs, so he was forced to retreat! I was awestruck, seeing ewe and ram come to my defense, soft, gentle ewes especially, willing to abrorb pain on my behalf. I thought, and may have hoped a little,. What unnerved me more about the encounter, was it wasn'tcoming from men, but from the elderly female librarians. It was like theywere stuck back in the 40's with the archaic notion that a woman's placewas in the home. Being a female was bad enough with men looking down onme for my body, but I was never prepared to receive similar treatment fromwomen as well.As I left the library to head back to the hotel, I considered thepossibility of going back to school, this time getting my Doctorate.