In fact, I probably confided more in him than I did my own wife, who, at the very least, didn't know I liked dressing in women's clothes. Quite aggres...ive, my on-line friend had already drawn out all my very private pictures taken in stockings, skirts, blouses, and high heels. Those and the ones showing my bare bottom, panties, and "clittie".He and I had role played meeting. We'd talked about fantasies of meeting that I hoped might come true if my wife went on another business trip. Then I told. I lift the hem of my skirt and reveal my white cotton panties. I pretend not to notice when you adjust the bulge in your pants. You grab my hips and sit me on the desk. I spread my legs and place my feet on the arms of your office chair giving you a birds eye view of my white panties. You unconsciously lick your lips while slowly sliding your hands up my inner thighs. You pause at the edge of my panties, I hold my breath, silently willing you to continue. You retreat, I stifle a moan. I’m sure. Before that day I would never have dared stray out of sight from my parents.At some point I over heard a radio left on in somebody's garden bringing the news that this had happened all over the world and perhaps some ninety- percent of the worlds populations had been switched.I marveled at this. How had such an event occurred?Amongst all this I gradually began to realize I was thinking more clearly, more rationally. I started to control my emotions with far greater ease. I was able to take. And so often. His sweet wife keeps bringing all those adventurous new love games into his bedroom, and he has no clue. He just accepts them gratefully.He should. They are given with all my heart.You know who would be hurt the most if he found out? George. He'd have to divorce me. He doesn't want that. He loves me and I love him. But even if he didn't want to lose me, he wouldn't have a choice. He'd be a wimp in your eyes if he didn't throw me out. He'd reap your scorn and disgust, wouldn't he?.