He then asked what we did sexually. A big question; I told him of the spankings, tit slapping`s, nipple pain and public showing off and with that he s...eemed delighted. He then asked me to meet him in a small pub in a southern area of Manchester...but said “if we met him that was an agreement that he would enjoy at least that one session with us!” also that “she must be absolutely totally submissive to him for that whole session!” I agreed immediately. That decision was to change our lives. Thanks to after-work cocktails with one of his colleagues.My dad walked, or should I say, slightly staggered through the door. I was laid out, legs apart, ass a little in the air, with just a t-shirt and socks on. I looked over my shoulder gave him a big smile and a "hi dad". He said, "Get over here and give your old man a hug."His slightly slurred speech was my cue to do what I did next. I walked up to him and gave him a hug...not a bear hug like usual, but a firm, full-body hug. I pressed. His voice was changing and he was developing a load of hairunder his arms. I on the other hand still had a boy's body, one that youcould describe as Rubenesque! I still had a nice amount of body fat on myplump frame, but if heredity held, I would develop into hot specimens like mydad and brothers. Perhaps, I would look like Uncle Pete!Anyway, we got home around 6 and Pete fixed Les and me dinner. I took ashower and around 8, all three of us turned in. I climbed into daddy's bedand quickly. Sometimes I wished sostrongly that I had been born a girl, a feeling that I havenever expressed to anyone, but one which has weighed on methroughout. As I moved away to college, I found more time todress and spend as a young woman.At the time, I had a girlfriend, who did not know about mydressing. In fact, nobody knew about my cross-dressing. Finally,one night I decided to introduce my cross-dressing to mygirlfriend. She abjectly rejected Nina, ridiculed her and meand, in the end, broke up with.