So part of me was sort of happy for that situation. The other part of me just realised itself when I was in private and dressing up alone. Chapter 7. ...iving as a girlAfter I had started living fulltime as a female the male part in me realised that my possibility to live out the male in me was getting more and more limited. I was accepted completely as a girl in the new school. It was very easy without any problems and thanks to my new friendship with a girl I met called Anne, my transition to. My wife and I live in a small block of retirement flats and were really friendly with one of our neighbours, Tony, who lived on the floor above us. He lived on his own, having recently gone through a nasty divorce and I knew he found my wife attractive, he’d told me so a couple of times. He was around our own age, mid sixties and my wife always seemed comfortable in his company so he seemed perfect for what I had in mind. I also knew I could trust him not to do anything behind my back so one. That’s also the reason we all wear masks or blindflolds”‘You mean to tell me that this is an initiation? Like a freshers task or something?’“Oh definitly something” said Jenny, “Look at this bit you look so hot” and I watched her tie me up whilst I lay naked on the bed. She was using a pair of silk tights which had been tied into a loop. She twisted one end and passed it over my hand before twizzing the other end up around her own wrist, passing it through the bars of the headboard and looping. His body looked like no sixty-year-old's—at least, not what I imagined a sixty-year-old's body to look like. His body was still toned, his hair still dark...the only indication of his age was the bits of grey at his temples.He’d been reclining on a chair, eyes closed, enjoying every bit of the warmth and I found I was doing the same—enjoying every bit of the strange warmth that was suddenly moving through my body.It was a feeling I couldn’t describe.I don’t know how long I’d been staring at him.