Let me talk to J-Geraldine about that first,” she hedged, shoving clothes overin the closet to make way for Gail’s things. “Here are some extra ...hangers, s*s. Justunpack if you want to.”“My Goodness!” Gail exclaimed, examining the clothes in the closet. “Your roommatecertainly doesn’t have many clothes, does she? Most of these are yours!”“Er . . . yes . . . yes, they are!” Crystal stammered. “Geraldine’s such a wonderful girl,Gail. When she found out you were in town, she took most of her things. I also felt like I wanted it more then she did. I often tried to bring up sexual topics between us and she would respond barely and then drop it or change the subject. This was frustrating to me, I knew other guys girlfriends were a lot more sexually driven then mine. I wanted to do something special for her when I got back home so I tried to plan something sexual. When I flew back to Arizona I drove to see her immediately because I couldn’t wait to see her. I planned on asking her. I remember well his last words to me as fled as quick as he could out thedoor:"You're fucked, bro."And the moment the door closed behind him, I saw my hard-working parentsturn their go-getting eyes toward me. I was now the focus of theirattention. I don't have to describe the strenuous and unrelenting academichell they put me through the next few years.By the time I was 14 and ready to start the next school year, I asked momand dad whether I could talk to them after dinner. We sat on the mats. Maybe I should explain right here and now that I’mwhat’s known as a cross-dresser, a transvestite, atrannie or whatever else you might like to call me.I’ve loved wearing women’s clothes and undies eversince I first became aware of my body, and over thelast 25 years, have built up a considerable collectionof women’s clothes, undies, wigs, jewellery, makeup andother feminine oddments, in my deep and passionatedesire to appear and act more womanly when I’m.