Not my writing...My husband had no idea. Our marriage was near an end and I was experimenting.A little about myself, I was 28 at the time, 5'9" tall, ...125 lbs, with great legs and short blonde hair. Troy and I got together as often as we could. The sex was great and I was really enjoying the taboo aspect of being with a black man.Our affair started when my husband and I attended a party at Troy's home. Several months later we were invited to another party, and of course I expect Troy and I would. “Another time. You two have lots to talk about I’m sure,” she said.Since I was already on the highway to Jackson, I let it go. The two hours seemed more like two days. I was excited and terrified. I really hadn’t believed all the cheery updates on her condition. I was about to find out the truth and I expected the worst.When I first saw her sitting in the waiting room with a can of coke from a vending machine, I hardly recognized her. She was so thin and pale I wanted to cry. Her hair had been. .. This particular visit threw up all sorts of complications for us to meet, C had been working away had come home 2 days early -- I told him I had arranged to meet the girls and our son was staying at his friends -- From the time I walked through the door - C was all over me grabbing my ass, tits and kissing my neck --I pushed him away each time as I was really looking forward to meeting with Mick and wanted nothing to spoil this evening...Finally C said I’m going to the club if you don't want. But when I told them that I knew that I was really a girl, theylet me dress as a girl, even though they were skeptical about me beingso sure that I was a girl since I was in Kindergarten. I grew up as agirl, copying my twin sister in her school years, but I did not have herlucky break, nor did I have her body which contracted a strain of poliowhich left her an invalid until we met and solved both of our problemstogether[-][+][-]After graduation, I decided to strike out on my own because at the.