”Her words were like a series of lighting bolts. I knewI looked sick. Why did my sister tell her about ourfamily’s dirty laundry?To make a... long story short, I was coerced into eatingher cream pie and cleaning up the evidence of hercloset fuck session.When I got home that night – this was before Tina andI moved in together – I let mom know about sis being ablabbermouth. To my surprise, mom didn’t react the way Ithought she would. I really wanted sis to be on. "gimme your number" she demanded. she put my number in her phone."we are so gonna get together again" she promised. a week later I was at home when my phone rang."hey it's me Lauren, um, I was wondering if you were still up, I'm kinda lonely and I was wonderin' if you wanted to hang out." she said, I said sure, she asked me for my address and i gave it to her, she called me after she left work to say she was coming over my place. I didn't know what to expect, I figured we were just gonna talk. But before i could say anything she got up and went inside and came out with the dupatta.she put the dupatta on me like the way girls wear with the ends of the dupatta hanging behind. She sat beside me and asked “you liked the churidar?”.i said yes.she was happy to hear that andasked me “do you like wearing girls clothes?”.i shook my head saying yes.she then started asking me about my crossdressing habits.i told her that i like wearing girls clothes,behaving like a girl,and getting fucked like. He took out a notebook he said he'd been keeping the last several weeks. It contained page after page of things that "needed to be adjusted". He promised her he would implement them slowly, reassuring her ever few sentences that this was all for their own long-term good, to make sure that they had a future and that he would never stop loving her. She would continue working as normal, but as soon as she got home, she would immediately change into a mohom and sandals. The mohom was a traditional.