”“Why don’t you take me home?”“Well, there are a lot of reasons against it, but come here.” He gave her a kiss. As their tongues played, h...is hands roved over her back. When he let her go, he went to put on his shoes. He got their coats out of the closet and handed her hers.In the car he asked her, “When can we get together again? Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, but it doesn’t have to be tomorrow. Truth to tell, what I like about being with you, is you. I’m not all that enthused about taking you out. When I see you come out you are wearing more bimbo shoes, a 5 inch heel with a platform. You can barely stand up, it's cold tonight but as we discussed earlier, it hasn't stopped you wearing next to nothing. You are wearing a skin tight black dress, barely covering your ass and every few steps you have to stop and pull it down. you are wearing bog gold loop earrings, you have straightened your hair and are wearing it down. You have bare legs. A matching set of lingerie, a push up bra and thong,. " I see. I was wondering why you were now calling yourself Alison. So I take it from all that, you were really confused about your parent's attitude?" I certainly was." And did you manage to dress in girl's clothes again?" Oh yes, I had to. I became much more secretive and even managed to get my own set of girl's clothes and could dress in other places apart from home. As time went on, these clothes changed to women's clothes." Did you do anything else?" I always remember going to bed and. He was sitting on the sofa, half smiling as he watched a TV programme. Don't ask which, I wasn't paying much attention, since all I was able to think about was my sexless relationship. During our first year, everything was magic. However, when we moved in together, sex was, for some reason I had never figured out, relegated to that thing we did on special occasions. I am not a cheating person and, anyway, I thought that he didn't deserve to be betrayed. But I made a decision: I had to leave.