That's a long story.Years ago when I was a teen I played dress up by sneaking clothingfrom my older sister. She never caught me, thank goodness, but t...edesire stuck with me throughout my teen years and my young adulthood.I don't recall ever wanting to be a girl or woman but I really likedto dress. True, the desire to be a woman could be buried somewheredeep in my psyche but I'm not aware of it.After I graduated college and moved into an apartment in anothercity I was able to expand my dressing. "No, Iknow.? I can wash it though and style itfor you or something.? Please?"? he managed to get to his feet to kiss meagain and we embraced for a while while he tried to talk me into letting him domy hair.? I declined the offer as Ireally did have someplace I needed to be.?The last time I saw the man, he was collapsing into his salon chair,still looking pale and amazed-- thanking me profusely and telling me to stay intouch.? I have to tell you, to this day Ihave no clue what I did to get that. She turned her back. When she turned, she had three small glasses, eachwith a small amount of a white liquid that she had stored in condoms."I need you to taste this and tell me which one is Chet's," she said. "Ihave my reasons." Yes, ma'am," I said. There would be no more arguments from me.I tipped the first glass back. It was salty and warm. Yes, that was sperm.She offered me the second glass. I poured it into my mouth. It tasted muchlike the first one."Now, this one," Mistress said.I tipped. Stretch him out enough and thenlet you take it from there. We'll see."Steve smiled wide. He liked that I was offering my husband's ass aswell as his mouth. I began wondering how I could actually bring itabout. I knew my man could make a marvelous woman, he was slight ofbuild and delicate in his movements, and I'd seen his possibilities witha bra and makeup. Her possibilities. But bring my darling the wholedistance? So she'd thank me afterward, and maybe love me all the more?There'd been.