"She laughed at that idea and said, "Sweetie, crossdressers always do itagain, it is a lie to pretend that you won't." She explained, "For themen who ...rossdress it is as addictive as alcohol or drugs. My universityPsychology professor Dr. Lindsay Korman told the class that she wentthrough the same problem in her marriage, her husband was a hardcorecrossdresser and his crossdressing never decreased, it only increased."I listened to the serious way she discussed this subject and I had toaccept. I pulled my shirt off, grabbed his hands and put them on my tits and said now squeeze. He smiled and did what his big sister told him to do. It was painful but he kept squeezing. As a reward, I would grind my pussy in to his crotch. When his squeezing slowed down I stopped the lap dance. We were having fun. It wasnt really sexual in nature, it just felt good. We just finished supper, I cleaned up the kitchen and I went to the front door to see if Brandon was on his porch. It was hot for an. When we arrived home Aunt Helena asked me to hang all three capes drying out, and come to the kitchen afterwards to help preparing dinner. When I entered the kitchen I saw that ladies already slipped on their nylon overall again, Aunt Helena a lovely soft peach coloured one with white ruffles on the pocket edges and at the rounded neck. Margaret wore a white back buttoned one, which was decorated with a black and white checked collar and pocket edges. I saw a pink overall hanging over one. Sonya was now in my body. And when she saw my look of disbelief, she smiled. Yes, it really does work - like I was finding out.My mind raced. This was impossible! It couldn't be happening. And yet, it was. I could feel the cool air on a naked body that wasn't mine. I could feel breasts hanging like pendulums from my chest. I could feel long hair against my neck and shoulders and dangling around my face. I glanced down again, and found myself staring between a pair of nice breasts. I.