I was a just a normal boywho enjoyed dressing in his mother's clothes and parading through thehouse, acting like a girl. What's normal about that? Not...hing! I wasn'tproud of it. I was ashamed, which is why I'd always gone to such greatlengths to hide it. I had tried to stop at least a million times, but Icould never stop for long. I finally convinced myself that I wasn'thurting anyone so long as no one ever found out, but they had foundout. I'd been caught.I sat on the couch bawling, refusing to. I imagined that as she raised her knee, that the officer could see her thigh-highs and perhaps, that she was without her panties. I’m also confident that he got a few shots of her nipples as well. Then, as she climbed up and over the console and slid into the driver’s seat, I was equally confident that the officer got quite a show. Eventually, I could see that my wife was in the driver’s seat, her seatbelt fastened and her dress bunched up around her waist, clearly showing the small tuft of. And judging by the looks she was getting from his aunt, in particular, it had been a good idea — her aunt was pretty much going to insist that she would be the one to look after this "little babe who takes cuteness to a whole new level", while Shahia experienced all that the farm had to offer.Just the three of them. His mum looked at him and indicated that there was space next to her under the blanket she and his dad were sharing. Chris shrugged, and moved over to her. She pulled him in tight. I slipped on my black Speedo and put my supplied dressing gown on, luxuriating in the soft warm fluffy material. I then walked into the pool area. It was a fabulously opulent environment they had created, an azure blue pool in a teardrop shape, surrounded by palms, a glass dome above. The walls were lined with multicoloured mosaic tiles, in a roman style. What surprised me however was that many of the fifteen or so women in or by the pool were nude. It was a women only spa but I was still.