I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm up now," I said. "So go ahead. Lay into me." She frowned. Was that actual guilt I saw there? "Well," she said, turning... to face me directly and tucking one leg under her. "You've changed, haven't you?" "Are you serious? I know I said it wasn't so bad being held captive by Silas' sister, but I was still held captive. And though he only came by once a month, the days Silas came to visit were not all that pretty." "I guess that's not exactly what I meant," she said.. She was on the tip of a climax when it happened. A light hit them in the face as he came, her eyes were still shut with her own climax that still hadn’t subsided and her hand moist from her date exploding on her hand. Paige opened her eyes to find a forty-to fifty-year-old women shining a torch at them. With a look of disgust she switched it off and quietly asked them to leave. If her brain had been working, Paige would have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t help but laugh on the inside about. I did some tests on the web and they saidI was a female. As far back as I can remember, I have always wanted towear girl clothes. I got a thrill out of it. I suppose part of thatthrill was wearing stuff that I wasn't supposed to wear." So do you still get that thrill since you have decided to live as awoman?" Not as much now, as looking like a woman legitimises wearing theirclothes and there was always the fear of being found out. Part timecross dressers, that's guys who have a day job or live. At the last moment, in the room, while I was looking for a shirt, this desire became stronger and stronger, and I could not resist any longer.I searched for my plug and lubricant gel and went to the bathroom.My fingers were shaking a little and desire was increasing, but my decision was made.I spread my legs and leaned forward, leaning on the sink.I took my time to apply the gel on my rosette, savoring this freshness. Then I also applied gel on my plug, making these gestures as a ritual.Then I.