I wear panties and camisoles under myclothes each day and upon arriving home I change into women's attire. Ihad to buy another dresser to hold my addi...tional clothes and I now ownvery little male clothing. I've had some counseling where I was diagnosedas being a true transsexual, a woman trapped in a male body, and I wearlight makeup, legs and underarms always smooth and even pluck my eyebrowsa bit. I'm still living with my bisexual wife who has accepted me as alesbian but she still insists that. Maybe it was 5 years ago, or like me it happen way back when. You mustagree it was a life-changing event.Later on that night I sat there thinking about what this friend had askedme. I was thinking of just how that very first time came about. I knowmost of us remember the first time getting dressed, but do we reallyremember it? Do you ever think about how it all came together that day?How you felt, while wearing the items you had on? What about the wholeexcitement of that moment? What you were. . can you hear us okay?" a voice cried out."I can hear you," Matt yelled."What's your full name son?" the voice asked."Matt," Matt said and then added, "I mean it's Matt Roberts." Matt, are you hurt," the voice asked."I don't know? Maybe, a little, It's my side. I'm not sure. If I am Idon't think it's very bad," Matt said, and added, "It's really dark? Ican't see anything. I can't move much. Something happened. I wasworking. Something is keeping me from moving. Can you see me?" I can't see you. I didn’t take off the strap-on and just moved it around and stroked the dildo until I came, shooting my load inside the dildo and giving it a creamy filling. Just before I headed back downstairs I decided to be a little naughtier and inserted one of my fancy butt plugs that had fake jewels on the base and the rest was silver. It felt nice and made me hard again so I could put the strap-on back on.When I had returned back downstairs, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet it had become. I walked.