There was a big, booming voice echoing from the family room, and from the sounds of it, the owner of that voice had quite a crowd in there he was ente...rtaining, because there was a lot of laughter and chatter coming from there. There were a couple of cooks and servers in the kitchen, caterers preparing little snacks and hors d'oeuvres, and one of them directed us toward the dining room, where a temporary bar was set up on the sideboard. We found plastic cups, ice, and sodas in there, along with. The entire reason that Paige received this special treatment was becauseof our grandmother. Grandmother was a powerful magic user, though I'dnever heard her refer to herself as a witch, sorceress, or anything elselike that. What I did know was that if anything ever happened to her,only a woman of her bloodline would be able to inherit her title andpower. Paige was the youngest of the three people who fit thiscriteria, and as such, was third in line of inheritance. There weretimes when I. We also spoke more about her generally and through snippets of information she let slip I worked out that she wasn’t just living in the same district as me but that we were almost next door neighbours. A couple of times on the way home from work I drove past what I believed to be her home. It was a three storey Victorian house with high ceilings for both the ground and first floors. There was an ornate wrought-iron balcony across the front of the house that she had once mentioned she had access. We hit itoff famously and I felt she was someone I could see living my lifetogether with...except... cross-dressing.I put those thoughts aside as I had a long discussion with Kathy aboutthe direction my business was going in and she had some great ideas onpresentations. I loved her creativity and spirit.I was what you would call a passive cross-dresser at that time. I'mpretty sure no one else knew about my hobby and I never, never, took anychances. But who knew? Surely my mom, at least. I kept.