So far today, I had done many things that were new to me, but this was not one of them. When I was young, my mom used to dress me up in girl clothes a...s often as not. As I grew older, she did this less often but never really stopped until she died. After being placed in foster care, since I had no other family, I continued to dress in girl's clothes on my own in secret. I was finally caught when I was seventeen by a foster mom who had no tolerance for deviants or perverts. The beating I received. “Is everything okay?” I asked.“Better than okay. Fantastic! Sam is going to be here shortly and so is your buddy Greg, Tim Hansen and Larry Jones.”“How did you know my buddy’s name was Greg?”“When I told Tim the job was back on and that I wanted to meet him here, he asked me if he should bring Charlie’s buddy, Greg, with him. I told him the more the merrier!”Greg flashed, “I don’t know what you just did buddy, but I’ve never seen Tim this happy. We’ll be seeing you shortly.”“I just reassured a. Hope you don't do it again."It made me stop and think. I never committed crimes again.I guess I'd better tell you a little about myself. I was born in a Midwestern town. I was an only child. After WWII it was very prosperous, but as the years passed the town suffered a drop in prosperity.My Mom and Dad were in the lower middle class income bracket at the start of the decline. When the factory my Dad worked in closed, so did his employment opportunities. We lived on his separation pay and what. I wondered if Susan had shared my secret with anyone otherthan Mike.We walked on beyond the phone room into a hallway with a pantry to oneside. Beyond the next door was another suite of offices, a conferenceroom, and finally, Mike's corner office. As I passed the conferenceroom I noticed that the last office had a sign - "Melissa Huntington -Sales Trainer".I followed Mike into his office and as he turned to close the doorbehind me, my hands reached for his waist, but he intercepted my.