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"This might be hard for you to comprehend, but Javier and Cristy are the same person, confirmed Susan. "How can that be?" questioned Dania. "I'm leaving. I don't think you are telling me the truth." Susan grabbed Dania's arm and look her right in the eyes. "Cristy's really a man, Susan stated. "Do you know what a cross dresser is? That's what she is, a man who often dresses as a woman. She's here on a special mission."

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“This might be hard for you to comprehend, but Javier and Cristy is the same person,” confirmed Susan. “How can that be?” questioned Dania. “I’m leaving. I don’t think you are telling me the truth.” Susan grabbed Dania’s arm and look her right in the eyes. “Cristy’s really a man,” Susan stated. “Do you know what a cross dresser is? That’s what she is – a man who often dresses as a woman. She’s here on a special mission.”

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn’t seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually – but I still certainly didn’t think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn't seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually, but I still certainly didn't think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she'd appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. "I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,"  I mumbled. Didn't want to dirty my pants. "And it looks very nice too dear!" Doreen said, straight faced. "Sure...

When I went back into the dining room I knew immediately from the look that Doris flashed Doreen that she had been nowhere near as confident as she’d appeared. I cursed myself for buying the feminine apron to humiliate Doris that I now wore. The frilled, gauzy, full apron with the butterflies and orchids embossed. “I thought it over and felt that it was practical after all,” I mumbled. “Didn’t want to dirty my pants.” “And it looks very nice too dear!” Doreen said, straight faced. “Sure does...

I opened the top drawer of my mother’s dresser. I picked up the bar of perfumed soap and held it too my nostrils. It smelled so sweet and so good. I set it aside and picked up her slip. I held the soft fabric to my face. I loved the feel of the soft nylon tricot against my skin. I put the slip on the bed and went back to my room and undressed. When I came back I put the slip on. I felt a shiver of excitement as I walked to the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet...

I opened the top drawer of my mother's dresser. I picked up the bar of perfumed soap and held it too my nostrils. It smelled so sweet and so good. I set it aside and picked up her slip. I held the soft fabric to my face. I loved the feel of the soft nylon tricot against my skin. I put the slip on the bed and went back to my room and undressed. When I came back I put the slip on. I felt a shiver of excitement as I walked to the closet and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the closet...

Big women actually terrify me for some reason. Why, I don't truly know but think it's because I tend to despise the smaller editions of the female sex their stupid bitching about equality with males, when all they can think about is their goddam hair or makeup or clothes. I mean, they're practically begging to be bossed about. They just won't admit it. But I look at big women. See their confidence and their muscles, and they're not the same thing at all. I couldn't avoid working with some as I...

Includes Best of Two Worlds and Like Father… Big women actually terrify me for some reason. Why, I don’t truly know – but think it’s because I tend to despise the smaller editions of the female sex – their stupid bitching about equality with males, when all they can think about is their goddam hair – or makeup – or clothes. I mean, they’re practically begging to be bossed about. They just won’t admit it. But I look at big women. See their confidence – and their muscles, and they’re not the...

John, meanwhile, was learning to be more of a help for his mother. Andrea approached her son one day and asked whether he could help with the laundry. John replied that he probably wouldn'’t mind, but that he had no idea how it had to be done. Andrea said that she would show him how to do the laundry. John paid close attention to the instructions his mother gave him, such as washing whites and colors separately. She also explained that all of the lingerie should...