Luckily my family wasn’t very clingy, and they left me alone in my room for the most part, especially at night. So, I could safely put on my makeup ...and dress up in my lingerie or dresses.I would surf for porn, look at pictures, and read stories of like-minded people. I went to a few chat sites as well, most everyone was very accepting of me and the fact that I was a “sissy boy,” “fem boy,” “trans,” “t-girl,” or a “crossdresser”.One night a window popped up like any other, but this was from a. ..? "I know that, Jacqui. That's why they must never know about your relationship to Jack. When we get married, you'll be a legal woman. That's all they'll need to know. But what's this got to do with the secret you've been keeping from me?? "I suppose your folks will be wanting a church wedding?? I nodded: ?I reckon.? "That's the problem, Bobbi Sue. Y'all are members of the Worldwide PentecostalAssembly of Christ the Nazarene and the Latter-Day Disciples of Jehovah. And me, I'm neither. “Yeah. A bottle-blonde co-ed is one thing. A bottle-blonde mother is something else.”“Well, when you do, I want a picture of you.” He could put a picture of his wife -- his beautiful wife, though a tiny photo might not do her justice -- on his desk. Then people would get to know that he was married. They might be a little surprised, but they wouldn’t be for long. By the time that they saw her, nobody would be reminded of the blonde that they’d seen briefly months before.One Friday, he came home. She then asked me if I would like to play with and suckle her breasts while she masturbated me. My initial reaction was that this was something I just couldn't do. I wanted to, but what about Paula, and …my head was spinning, but my primal urges took over as she reached over and stroked my shaft through my pants.Oh shit! It was on!We moved to the couch and sat down. She pulled my erection from within my pants and started stroking me, slowly at first, then faster and faster as I rolled her thick.