You didn't need to be Dick Tracy to figure out what was going on.I started my car and left. I had a lot to think about on the way home. How many guys ...ad she been fucking? Christ! She had just done two in less than an hour. How many did she do before I got there? How many would she do before she came home? How long had this been going on? She had shown no signs of being disenchanted with our marriage or with me. In bed I stared up at the ceiling and thought about our relationship and wondered. I remembered that she was a tallwoman and well built, but I never thought of her as veryattractive and certainly not overly feminine looking in heroveralls and big sweatshirts. I started looking very quickly forsome shoes that would fit my size 12 feet (but very thin andskinny). Most of the stylish pumps were too tight, I think theywere all size 11 women's.But she had a pair of black flats (maybe a ?" heel), closed toewith an open heel and a strap around the back of the ankle witha very small. Everything for me was a huge mixture of emotions, I was someones wife and I wanted this to work and immediately felt his loss the night he had left on the train North.This was life now, in one way it would be exciting, as each separation meant another reunion at the end of it, there would be no stagnation or boredom, all I wanted now was to find the job I was interested in and soon we would be on our way to having the best of starts in life.The rig he went to was a small semi, working to the. The thing that I cannot communicate strongly enough to potentialtranssexuals considering this journey is how much more happy and normal Ifeel with HRT. I would never, ever go back. I used to wake up feelingnormal until the realization would hit me that I wasn't a girl, whichwould lead to thoughts of depression. Now I wake up feeling peachy and intune with myself. Sometimes, I remember that I am a transsexual.I pass extremely easily for a TS - I feel quite blessed. Although I amquite tall, I've.