I find it’s loaded with a lace up garter, a naughty schoolgirl outfit and a couple varieties of open crotch bottoms, a baby doll outfit, Velcro cuff... for the wrists and ankles, a satin blindfold, sex lube, a few cock pouch undies for him and a note. I’ve been complaining a bit about how I don’t like my motherly appearance. I put on the baby doll with the open crotch fishnets and I liked what I saw. That outfit held my boobs enough so they looked super and there was enough of a sheer. We moved a few months after that and I never crossdressed again,well not in public.Two years later Barry was born. I was proud to have a male heir but Iknow Frances wanted a daughter, so we tried again and a year later Timwas born. We stopped there.I got a job in a cash office of a department store and Frances alwaysdid the women's jobs around the house. I would offer moral support as Iread the paper or watched the football.One summer's day when Barry was 14, I remember him telling me he. The women were sleeping in their modified shirts and their panties. I just slept in my underwear.Once everyone was ready and the women were on the bed, I turned out the oil lamp over the table and made my way to the bed. We were all sleeping under my large blanket tonight, and the women had insisted on sleeping on either side of me. This would complicate getting up during the night, but I had little choice in the matter as both of them wanted to sleep next to me.Initially, both women cuddled up. I set my mug down and got up. One by one I went around the table, giving a quick kiss and hug to each of my children; first AJ then Belle, Rosie and finally Tink."Did you and AJ have a fight?" I asked very quietly, my lips close to Tink's ear.She shook her head and gave me the kind of look I'd been used to getting from my girls early on in our relationship, usually after doing something stupidly male in nature."Today is Belle's turn." she informed me, as if it were the most obvious thing in the.