He lay them out on the bed. He poured himself a large glass of Shiraz from the bottle he had set on the dressing table and took a sip before beginning...the task of transforming into Michele.The quickening was coursing through his body and in his mind he clicked over and became Michele.Michele often laughed when she read stories on sites such as Fictionmania about a man who suddenly gets the urge to crossdress who simply slips into his wife's/sister's/mother's/girlfriend's clothing and shoes,. All four had agreed that this would happen only with the other couple, and only if all were in agreement. If one person did not feel comfortable, the whole thing was off. After spending a year talking via email and exchanging pictures both couples felt pretty comfortable already, but they wondered if there would be chemistry when they finally met. Both couples agreed to meet for dinner and drinks with the strict understanding that this meeting would end in drinks and nothing whatsoever would. "It's okay to be nervous," she said soothingly. "But you're going to beokay. I'll be with you. Rachel will be with you. Everything is goingto be okay."Tommi nodded. "We need to get going. I've got to be at the clinic atfive thirty." And the clinic is only four or five minutes away, so we have plenty oftime." Katie replied calmly. "Finish getting dressed, get your bag,and then we can go."Tommi nodded without enthusiasm. "I'm hungry." Ah, ah, ah!" Katie chided as Tommi turned toward. "What are you doing here?" Oh, I was just taking a stroll." A stroll, ten miles from home?" Has it been ten miles? I must have lost track." Lost track? Have you been following me?" Me? No, dear why would you think that?"Shelly noticed the zipper on Irene's pants wide open for all to see, standing right next to a wet stain below the window."Mom," she asked, "why is your fly open?" What?" Irene said, forgetting what she had to do after her little peep show ended. "Oh, I was in such a hurry I.