I like the feel. Well she caught me. And now she was threatening to tell every one at work, unless I let her do what ever she wants. And she wants to ...ee me dressed completely as a girl. So I went along. And now here I am. I'm sitting next to her on the sofa, in her parents' way big house. And we're about to go shopping for my new wardrobe. Fortunately that meant catalogs and not a trip to the mall. I was extremely distressed. Not because I was wearing women's clothes. But because I was wearing. Slowly the room began to warm a bit and reality set in."I'm wringing wet," sighed Jon. "I guess we all are. We looked like a bunch of snowmen when we came in that window. Now all the melted snow and the sweat from the hard hike have me soaked to the skin."Jon glanced at their window entrance and realized that light no longer came through it because the entire side of the cabin was completely covered with thick snow. Frannie saw it too and began to weep quietly while the rest simply stared at. . maybe..." His hands fell away and he winked to his wife.She immediately brought the side of her right little-finger onto her left palm and angled it sharply and her eyes flashed with annoyance as she signed for him to stop adding with graceful fingers, "Slow down stud One fantasy at a time."He stuck out his tongue and she laughed. "I have grown on you." Why did you pick this?" she asked him. Her hands slipped to the hem of her skirt and she tugged it down. The vest had two buttons open at the. An unfortunate choice of words. She always had a seat next to her when he got on, but three stops later the train would be full. He always sat in the same seat so that he could better look at her. Furtive, quick glances. Once she’d smiled her morning greeting, she rarely glanced at him again until it was her stop. Then she would occasionally nod a farewell. He could sit next to her, but then he wouldn’t be able to watch her so easily. A conundrum. But then he could talk to her. The prospect.