'I hope so!'In no time at all, we arrived at McDonalds.There were lots of people coming and going and the drive through was doing aroaring trade.We pa...ked as near as possible to the entrance and got out of the car.I felt the wind in my hair and it felt strange as it blew across myface. I had to hold my dress down as I was in danger of doing a MarilynMonroe with it. My heart was pounding hard as we walked towards thebrightly lit entrance. Sheila put her arm through mine for support. Iwas. It could be fun, exciting and mutually pleasurable. He had a tray of items on the bedside cabinet. They were mundane, everyday items, nothing scary looking and nothing like she had imagined BDSM items to be. She had imagined there to be leather, whips, chains, ball gags and clamps. But instead, items from around the house were on the tray. One of the items however was brand new, something she hadn’t seen before. Her mind wandered to what it could be used for, and it scared her slightly, some. "But don't blame me if you get grounded." What?" she snapped as her door opened.She wasn't completely dressed, she had just pulled a dressing gown over her bra and knickers and that wasn't tied too well; it was quite a lovely sight."Look, sis," I said eyeing up her exposed body."What are you gawking at?" she snapped pulling her gown closed."The smell, you fucking idiot," I said."Oh," she said with a weak smile.Like I said, nice to look at but not much upstairs. I went back to my room, well, I. Regardless of the consequences mostof us take the risk of crossdressing; we can't not, and so we keep secretsand hide. It's the keeping secrets and hiding that do the most damage tous and those around us though. Living in fear of being exposed is a livingnightmare. In a perfect world everyone would be entirely up front aboutcrossdressing but alas we do not live in a perfect world. The fledglingcrossdresser might have only a few feminine items to both cherish and hidewhereas the veteran.