I felt foolish , and told Mark I didn't want to do thisCome on he said it's only some fun , telling me he dressed up like this for JohnHe put on a nav... blue knickers and a white bra we stood together in front of the mirror look we are lesbians laughing as he said itI put the skirt on the blouse my hair was shoulder length naturally, and looked in the mirror and in have to admit I thought I looked quite good, Mark went to his draw and padded our bras out with a pair of socks , looking in the. I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me. There was no such thing as too much lace or too many ribbonsand bows. Pink was by far my most favourite colour, apart from that Ialso liked Lemon Yellow and Lilac.Moving into my own flat for the first time opened up a whole new worldof possibilities. It wasn't long before my drawers were crammed withlingerie my closet full of skirts and dresses. I wore female clothingfrom the time I came home of an evening until I left the apartment. Igrew my hair as long as I could without causing comments. Him on his side and me on my back next to him. I don’t know if it’s the quiet darkness of the woods, or the warmth and weight of his body next to me, anchoring me down, but I sleep like the dead, unmoving, waking only when the morning light filters through the cracks in the curtains.He’s still sleeping. His face looks so different. So peaceful. Hard lines softened. His dark eyelashes casting long shadows across his cheeks. The intensity of my gaze must rouse him, as he opens one eye, taking in.