The dress code in those days was either blouse and skirt or a dress. The dresses were full and billowy and when it was warm, she would often sit and e...ase the dress up to her high thigh to cool down. Of course, I had seen up her skirts when the soft creamy flesh of her thighs, above her stocking line, came into view and that view from any of my aunts or older women would make my cock immediately erect. Two weeks after my last visit to their house, I had another home football match so I called. I should explain that I have been interested in dressing as a womansince high school (25 years ago). After three failed attempts atmarriage I now admit to myself I am a closeted submissive sissy whoenjoys everything femmine and has even met a few men on craigslist (whenit was available).But here we are today, Sunday morning and I was starving, with nare acracker in my house, I took a quick bubble bath, shaved everywhere,slipped into a thong, a bra, some tight low rider jeans, basicfoundation. I would bet the ads would be half or full page, replacing the free filler he got from somewhere.The local paper was filled with so much filler and fluff that if outhouses were still around, it would have replaced the Sears catalog.“Try the public relations department under Ching Lee,” I replied.We made our way out the door before he could ask any more questions.At 0600 we were on our way across the bridge. This time of day it was rush hour; four lanes running 80 miles an hour, bumper to bumper.. After dancing her troubles away, Shannon realized that she needed to answer nature’s call quite urgently. She went to the washroom. There were no guy or girls washroom. It was just a room with 5 cubicles. Shannon quickly chose a cubicle and closed the door. She undid her belt and jeans and slides them down to her ankles. Next was her red thong. While relieving herself, she was quite curious to why there was a hole at each side of her cubicle. She looked inside one and it showed the next empty.