I looked through the windows to see who it was and saw that it was the tailor.When I opened the door, he kept looking at me for two minutes, and then ...he asked me to call my husband. I started laughing and told him that I stay alone. Then, he showed me the slip I had given him, so I took him inside and closed the door.When we were inside, I told him that he was looking for me. He was shocked and said that it was hard to differentiate me from a real woman.Then I asked him whether he would stitch. Nathan pushed me closer to the old man again and after he had run his hands over my body through his daughter's underwear Nathan sent me over to the couch to let Jamie see how they fit.I did the same thing for each of the eight undergarments and when I had tried them all on the old man said, "You can have them, if I can fuck your bitch."Nathan smiled and said, "You have a deal!"I expected to be taken into a back room and fucked. I was shocked when the man stood up and pushed his pants and. She felt the need to please, to cover awkwardness to pretend everything was fine, everything was perfect. She’d been doing it all her life and it wasn’t an instinct she could switch off. It was almost like a survival technique. If she pretended everything was fine, maybe it was. Or maybe it’d become that way.“Oh?” she asked. “Thinking about what?”“About us,” he went on and she wondered if he was breaking up with her and how fucking hilarious that would be. She almost felt relieved.“What about. In private, Tom's now wife Pat asked Ann if she ever caught me wearing her things. Ann said she suspected I was a closet cross dresser but hadn’t caught me. That night Ann confronted me about my past. She said she wanted to know if I still wanted to do all the things Pat told her I had done as a young man. I confessed that I still had those desires. I told Ann that I had my own girly things stashed away in the garage. I also told her I dressed up and masturbated when she was out with her.