And then at last, as I watched in horror, I saw my manhood (andgenitals) slowly pulled inside me and then a tight vaginal slitappeared with a perfectl...y groomed landing strip.It did not take me long to realize that I was now the mail room girl. Itook my glasses off as I realized they just blurred my vision now andthen I saw a large, hairy, yet oddly familiar hand grab them as I setthem down and an oddly familiar voice boomed, "Thank You, I didn'trealize you were blind."I tore my eyes away from. If you're good, I may even let you have an orgasm!" She laughed as she gestured for me to leave.I slowly crawled out of the room, my balls throbbing from wanting to cum so desperately. As I dozed off to sleep I could think about nothing else but my need to cum. My balls churned in anticipation as I thought about getting that chastity belt off and finally being able to shoot my load. I just hoped my wife didn't change her mind!Part 4 ..over and overThe next day was pretty much the same as the. I’m a little angry at Sir for taking the janitor's side. He must have noticed by my reply that this was the case, as he told me that we would discuss this later tonight and I should get to work as if nothing had happened.That is easier said than done, but I go on about my business and start filing today's work. The feeling of fullness keeps me thinking about Sir. It’s a constant reminder of him, as I go about the office. The time ticks by slowly because I thinking about seeing him later. His. The bigger the wardrobe the harder andmore expensive it is to purge. Sometimes we purge entirely and sometimeswe simply "thin the herd" when the wardrobe, wig, and shoe collectionbecomes too difficult to hide.Denial is unfortunately a large part of the package for manycrossdressers; how many times will the average crossdresser purge theirwardrobes only to eventually reconcile with it all and fill the closet orthe suitcase or the trunk with the latest fashions? Denial is at thecrossroads of.