"Mike opened the double doors of the armoire as Tyrone pulled Kyle forward with gentle tugs at the leash. The blonde's heart sank as he saw that the a...rmoire was filled with lacy peignoirs, short sheer nighties and camisoles and transparent silk tunic robes; the base of the giant closet was a jumble of jewel-trimmed high-heel mules and open-toe ankle-strap sandals with heels so high he wondered if anyone could even walk in them. Kyle stared in amazement as Tyrone opened a drawer in the massive. He wasn't shy but it's probably pretty distracting when I kept finding ways to make contact with him. Y'know, borrowing a pen and touching his hand just a bit longer. We were sitting on a couch, but I was just next to him and somehow my hip kept bumping into his. Or that I had just washed my hair before he got there and it smelled sooo nice and flowery. He was trying to be friendly and professional I guess, but he'd steal glances when he thought I was looking away, or I could see it in his eyes. I admired her mostly nude body, getting a firm erection before getting her under the covers. I then went back downstairs expecting to find Jenny passed out on the couch and needing to be carried upstairs. I was surprised to see her awake."Your wife is awesome." Jenny said with a smile."I know." I answered, "Need help up?" Thanks." She said holding up her hand, which I took to pull her to her feet.Once on her feet she wobbled for a moment and then she kinda drooped forward. Throwing her arms. Fatherhood aside,Marcia always felt out of sorts as a parent. All parents felt likeimpostors to one degree or another, at least the thinking ones did. Whatsort of parent was one-hundred percent sure that they always knew whatthey were doing? What parent didn't suspect that they'd made mistakesalong the way?Answer: a bad parent.But for Marcia this normal parental anxiety was compounded by the crisisof her sexual identity. An impostor as a man, it followed that she couldonly feel like an impostor.