But last night is the most wonderful night I've ever had, I still can't believe it all happened. It was really wonderful, you made me very happy. I ne...er expected you to do something like that. I love you, Grandma, I love you so much." I love you, too, Howie, I gave you my body's love last night. I wanted to make us both happy." I'll always remember it, my happiest night."She stood up, took my hand and led me back to her bed again, where we relived the evening before once again. We spent most. " It could be anything, then?" asked Helen, "as long as it looks like a school uniform?" That's right," I replied, "and you would have to end up naked, or as close as made no difference after removing four items," I said. "That would make me happy," I concluded and then blushed as I realised what I'd said.Helen snorted, "I'm sure you would be," she said."I mean, I uhhh," I stuttered then tried again. "I was looking at four items, a blouse, a skirt, a bra and knickers," I said. "Shoes would be. An array of colourful blouses, and skirts of varying lengths, material, and colours.We were similar enough in build that undergarments were never a problem as far as size went, and I preferred to wear the bras and pants that she'd worn languishing in the laundry basket.Shoes however were a problem. My size seven feet could hobble about in my wife's size five three-inch heeled sandals. (Always remembering to return the buckled strap back to her settings.) Over the years, I'd managed to strut. " Do you still have some of those?" Alex asked.I shook my head. "No, I purged all of that out when I left forcollege." Purged?" he asked, a bit confused."It's a trans thing. A lot of us do it. The idea mentally is if I getrid of all my femme stuff, I won't be tempted to wear it any more. Theproblem is that its not the stuff, dressing is in your head. So, theurge always comes back, and you wind up getting more clothes. I guesssometimes, especially when you're young, you think it's a phase,.