I guess he just lost interest in me, so he shagged another woman. I wasn't so understanding of it, so I told him we should end it."'She isn't covering...herself up. Oh, she is beautiful: long black straight hair, perfect tits and she has a great body too. Just don't stare.'"Step sis, I know I'm naked and I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but could you just sit with me for a few minutes? I just need a friend here with me." Of course," I whispered before I came to her.I sat down next to her. So after my natural instinct of relieving myself I made my way into her room. There was no yelling like she used too as I opened the door with a slight knock. She liked her privacy, but she could tell there was something different about me then and her natural curiosity took over.I sat down and spilled my guts. Not literally of course, but you understand. We giggled and talked. I showed her that my nipples were larger and sore. I even showed her my shrinking penis. She thought it was a. "Time we were introduced," the man went on, "Colonel Jeremy Saunders-Smythe. Most people just call me Colonel or Sir." He held out his hand. Bag lady shook it carefully with her cold wet hand and said, "Margaret Smith." For the first time for a while Margaret smiled at the incongruity of the situation. Such a formal introduction when she was naked and he fully dressed. "Doesn’t anyone call you Jeremy or Jerry?" she asked."family call me Jeremy. No one since school days has dared to shorten it.. Close, but you never told me about...any of this!"I did feel a bit ridiculous. I was sitting at Lee's desk in my wigcap, streaky make-up, maternity dress and padding. My handbag was onmy knee, and I was rubbing my nyloned feet. I had a flashback to mytime as Sarah the Cook, when I was often entertaining visitors in mydressing room, half-in and half-out of extravagant women's clothing.If I'd ever hoped that Ruth and I might have a future together, I coulddefinitely forget that now. She must.