)That one night wasn't the end of it, of course. "Dancing with the bottle" -- really, me fucking myself with it -- became a special part of our lovema...king. Once a week, maybe. Then one day, sitting in the corner of his room, was a bottle of chianti. A very tall bottle of chianti. Ohboy, I can guess what this is for. I wondered if it would actually work. So I walked over to it just to check the, uh, height. It was just about right, even when I had flat shoes on, several inches below the, uh,. She's the woman in all my galleries, enjoy!Ok so a few years ago this young man I was chatting to came to see me and we went for a drink in the pub down the road from where I liveHe was only 18 and I was 32 so I was a lot more experienced than he wasHe had told me he was seeing other girls so I wanted to impress himI was wearing a leather mini skirt, knee high boots and a nice topWhen I sat down you could see my knickers as my skirt was so short!I used to call him my good little boy as he was. )The food finally cooked, we sat at the picnic table and dug in. “So,” Joe began. “How long have you been crossdressing?”“Oh gosh,” I answered. “A long time.”“I’m curious. I hope you don’t mind my asking, but I’d love to hear how it all started.”“I don’t mind. But do you really want me to bore you with this?”“I won’t be bored. Humor me.”Accordingly, I delved into my genesis as a crossdresser.“The first inkling I had of wanting to be female was in a dream I once had. In the dream, I was a woman. All were in good taste, yet blouses and bras revealed cleavage and accentuated her bust line while dresses and skirts were shorter, some revealing ample leg, but all leaving no doubt as the shapely figure which Laura Branson now displayed.She bought several revealing sets of lingerie, bra and panty sets and even a scandalous (by Laura's standards) crocheted two piece bikini for acquiring a tan which she supplemented with twice a week sessions at a tanning salon.Physically Laura Branson had.