All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my mother's clothing I couldactually f...t into. I had to be careful to fold and place the clothingback exactly as I found it but I took the risk of being found out for Ihad to satisfy what was to become a lifelong crossdressing compulsion.At one point my mother figured it out and discreetly asked me to stayout of her dresser but didn't press the issue any further. I think shethought it. I looked around, frightened to see that I was no longer in my apartment, but in what looked like a cell. There was a large metal door, a bright light hanging down from the ceiling, a drain in the floor and a mattress in the corner. Beside that, the room was empty. I lay curled in the center of the floor, a chill running through me from the cold floor. I jumped when I heard the footsteps outside the door. There was some clanging of metal and the door slowly opened. I feared who was going to come. "Me too. It's always been short like this. I don't know if I could stand it longer." She turned around and put her arms around my neck. "And you seem to like it."I answered by nuzzling her bangs with my lips. "Yes, I do," I said, supporting my demonstration. Reluctantly I released her and watched that jeans-clad little butt sashay towards the door. I followed, puppy-like. And it felt GOOD.It was one of those clear spring days. We drove to the restaurant, walked into the Sunday crowd, got waved. I tossed my purse onto the table in the middle of the foyer and lifted my left foot up to start undoing my heel. A second pair of feet coming down the stairs surprised me and left it on. As I straighten a pair of hiking boots with a tall, dark, and handsome man came into a view followed by a small mousy looking woman in red tennis shoes. Now I don’t care who you are or how much you trust your man, when you come home, or wherever, and find him alone, even with a homely broad like this. You fall.