"Mike, come on. You are prancing around here inpanties and heels better than I could. I told you, I am fine with youbeing one. You should feel no sham... in admitting it."Mike said, " I wish I was a crossdresser, for you are handling this sowell. Sadly, I am not. I have gender dysphoria. There is a mismatchbetween the sex of my body and my gender."Tiffany's relief that there was not another woman quickly went away. Shehad a new issue to deal with. Her husband was a female. It got silentfor a. Her weariness has long since carried her off into slumber and I now begin to put my plan into phase 2. I take her limp limbs moving them as my hands move down under the duvet, lightly removing it. I have put the heater on so that the change in temperature will not startle my minx to awake. I slide off her panties looking at her delicious body; she had even forgotten to remove the offending lace lingerie in her weariness. I lift her bum and slide under it a disposable diaper, smiling to myself. ”The offended looks at my laughter turned to mirth and then she and her daughters cackled out merry sounds. Mary linked her arm with mine and said, “Show me your treasures, young swain.”I inclined my head and led her to the hold. I wondered at her relationship to me. She had the tell-tail Horn coloured eyes except they slanted a little more. She definitely had the nose, chin and the figure. However, her skin had a more pale tea colouring. Her hair was a shade of copper that was less common in. What I need now is your tongue. On my cunt. This isn’t sex: it’s masturbation. And I’ve just told you how I like to get myself off. So get your head into position.’ You scoot down the bed. I take the flute of remaining Pol, downing it in one. Leaving deep red lipstick on the glass. ‘No, move here. I need to be able to see myself in the mirror. ‘You powerful men are such a cliché. I’d have been much more impressed to see you in here with a little whore, your cock impaling her as you imposed your.