" That would be nice, thank you." Coming right up," said Alison with a smile.Five minutes later they were both sitting at the kitchen table with the c...ffee, tea and muffins having been served up.Alison took a sip of her coffee and a dainty bite from her muffin before she asked, "So Evelyn how can I help?"By teaching me how to deal with this new Donald, by teaching me how to handle this new arrangement. By teaching me to live with a husband who openly tells me that he's going to continue to have. I don't like male clothes or the way they feel. I don't like doing the things boys are supposed to do."I rambled, unsure of just how much she would accept.."What I do like is the way girls' clothes look and feel. They're so sexy and pretty and the materials are so wonderful that I get dizzy just wearing them. I love the way I feel when I'm dressed as a girl. It makes me feel really special and really pretty...and I want to feel that way all the time! But it's not just the clothes! It's about. The rich bourgeois Parisians had the tendency ofcourse to look down on them. At the time there were lots of specialised shops in those rich Parisiansuburbs, selling 'domestic workwear' for those in live in service.Those shops were called 'boutiques de blouses et tabliers' (overallsand aprons shops).In today's Paris, as elsewhere in the Western world uniformed live-inmaids are a rarity. Portuguese women are rich and elegant and go toParis for their shopping and the 'blouses et tabliers. She slipped down in her seat and put her feet up on the parcel shelf under the dashboard and opened her legs much wider. Her hem now dropped considerably and her thighs were bared for most of their length! I increased the air flow to maximum and saw her dress balloon up in front of her. She made no move to stop me as I placed my left hand on her right thigh and began to fondle it. She placed her hand on my thigh and did the same for me and I would have taken it further but we had arrived at.