He wasn't gay or that way inclined at all,he just got a buzz from dressing up and playing with himself. (I'm sureyou all understand?)Unfortunately the...age old fear of so many closet cross dressers wasrealised one day when his wife Linda, came home early from work andcaught him in this embarrassing situation (how many of us has thathappened to!)She was very, very angry with him and ready to leave him, divorce himand to make matters worse she had no one to talk to about it, no one toshare her. She was wearing a night gown till her knees. She gave a warm smile to me and welcomed me in. When I entered, in she spank me on my ass and asked how are you darling. I said “i am good maam”. She said “don’t be so formal we have not yet started our act”.Then she gave a me a script to read and said read this and see if it is ok for you to be like this. I will go to the kitchen to get some juice for you.There was a story about where I was also supposed to behave like that guy in the story I read. " So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll notice it right away: Different carpet, different seats, broader aisles and somehow quieter. I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I explain that the bathrooms in the other sections are all occupied and I was just looking for a free one.For some reason, she can't let me into the business class, which seems. I've got big tits," Oh. Of caws. Sarah, dahling, I don't know how you manage with such lahgeboozums. Yet you still look good in, almost, everything," Grace said in thatannoying 'pencil-in-your-teeth' debutante accent she had acquired.That did it. I placed my hands on my hips. Stuck out my chest ( and that's alot of chest) and said, "Listen, you skinny bitch. Don't go looking down thatbutton nose at me. At least I'm built like a real woman. Not some littleboy." Oh, rahlee. Well, I'ld rahtha be.