Just tell her.’ ‘I’m an idiot. I want you to know that I would have told you about the whole Candy thing…’ ‘When?’ The question pushed h...m back. ‘When the time was right. You haven’t told me about the guy, either.’ ‘The guy?’ She looked away from him. ‘What guy?’ ‘You know what guy I’m talking about.’ He moved in close and pressed his lips to hers. He gripped her arm and moved her into contact with his crotch. Instinctively she pulled back and turned her body away from him. He watched her. I told her I was a cross dresser, and that I made money from my cross dressing.“A drag act?” she asked. She was serious, and not joking about like I thought she may.I produced a photo album out of the cupboard. It was an album I used with new clients - like a menu.It showed pictures of me dressed up, each page was a different ‘persona’. Secretary, busty barmaid, nurse, dominant PVC slut, and even some schoolgirl pictures.The first few photos were just of my face, showing different types and. The ceremony seemed endless, at least to me. I liked the celebration, though that was pretty lengthy. The Queen declared a holiday, and it went on for a week.We stayed in Orlinth for three years. With the exception of the war wizard's information, everything magical was left with the Queen. My own things would be sealed in the workroom, waiting either for my return, or my successor. I genuinely hoped that my own journal wouldn't be needed by another, at least anytime soon.Eleven people returned. I rose to my feet, went to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and my popper bottle. When I turned around, he was sitting on the sofa naked. I walked to the TV stand and asked him if he wanted to watch some porn. Of course he did, so I found one that was all interracial, with black men fucking white women, and slid it in the VCR.I walked over to him, lowering myself down onto my knees in between his legs. I started stroking his cock while the porno started. I could feel it growing in my hand.