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My biggest fear. By: Janet Jean Rating: "M" (Mature) As a Crossdresser my biggest fear is being discovered, being read. Being in an accident and being caught, with my finest lingerie under "boy clothes" or being caught by a neighbor or friend. Can it be as bad as my imagination believes it to be? My name is Jerry Waddell. I have been a Crossdresser since I was 6 years old. My mother and sister taught me everything; I'm an expert at crossdressing in every sense of the word except confidence. When Samantha is dressed to the "9's" I've been told no one sees anything but a very nice looking woman. Through years of training, Samantha talks with a soft southern drawl, her voice is even undetectable as a male, but in my minds-eye I still see Jerry in a dress; I see all my flaws and all my imperfections. It scares the hell out of me that someone will know or find out. Someone will look into my eyes...."and know." My house sets in the middle of three lots. I have a yard 450 feet wide by 250 feet deep; a landscaping crew comes in twice a week to keep it looking immaculate. I hired a female architect and a female interior decorator. We wanted the house to have a woman's touch, the woman inside me demanded it, and Samantha always gets what she wants. I have total seclusion and privacy from each side and across the back. The property in back is 75 to 100 feet lower and is a protected "Wet Lands," protected almost as far as you can see. This is the prefect location for a shy withdrawn Crossdresser. Samantha doesn't wander out front because the neighbors across the street may be looking, and then they would know; they would laugh, point, and snicker or turn me in as a pervert. I have entertained the neighbors many times as Jerry; after all you rely on them to keep an eye on your house when you're out of town. My trips out of town were to be with my twin sister Samantha. I had set up that story in case someone got a glimpse of Samantha in a window. Susan and William Adams lived directly across the street, Susan is the sweetest woman you have ever met, she deserves much better then the idiot she married. William is a jerk plus he uses her as a punching bag from time to time. I stayed out of their personal problems, but I had not kept my feelings a secret, I only invited them over because of Susan, I know she appreciated the outings, while her husband is sure to make an ass out of himself. I hoped he wouldn't hit her in front of witnesses. On a very beautiful spring afternoon I had everyone (four couples) over for the first barbecue of the season. I provided everything; they just needed to bring themselves and a swimsuit if they wanted to use the pool and hot tub. The women changed in the master bedroom and the men could change in the spare room, everyone went swimming except me. Karen and Susan said they would watch the food so I could use the pool, but I declined. Samantha had been sunbathing over the last few days and I knew Jerry couldn't explain away the "bikini tan lines." Everything was perfect...the food the friends the weather...Until! William got drunk and was making a complete ass of himself. Susan was trying to take him home when he hit her so hard she was knocked unconscious and fell into the pool. I hollered for someone to call 911 and dove into the water to save her. She was breathing and awake when the medics and police arrived...they arrested William. Susan refused to go to the hospital, so Karen and I took her home. Karen got her out of her wet suit and put her in bed, then I came in. We both volunteered to stay with her but she wouldn't hear of it. Karen and I left her our phone numbers and told her we were only a phone call away. When I arrived home, everyone had pitched in and cleaned everything up and put the food away. Samantha didn't have anything to do, so she slipped into her bikini and went swimming. The next morning I was catching up on my laundry when I realized the clothes weren't mine, they were Susan's and Karen's. If a job's worth doing its worth doing right, so I ironed everything and was laughing to myself wondering if the girls had ever ironed their panties and bra's before? Jerry got dressed to return everything to Susan and Karen and to see how Susan was doing. As I started out the door Susan was coming up the driveway. I stopped and waited for her. As she got closer, I could see the nasty bruise on her chin, she's one tough woman, I thought to myself. I invited her in for coffee and explained I was on my way over to see how she was doing and to give her clothes back. She thanked me and said I didn't have to wash and iron them, I just shrugged and said it was the least I could do. She laughed and said, "you didn't starch my bra, did you?" "No! I know what I'm doing, my mom and sister taught me. They said a bachelor needs to know these things. I can also cook and sew." She rolled her eyes and said, "You're going to make some woman very happy someday." Our talking took a very serious twist. I showed her where I kept my spare house key and told her if she ever needed a hiding place she was welcome. That got me a big hug and she said, "You don't know what that means. You're the first man I can trust and call a friend, and that means a lot to me." I gave her a hug back and told her she was welcome. The doorbell rang in time to save us both from crying. Karen was at the door; she saw Susan coming over and wanted to know if everything was okay. I caught hell and was teased by both of them when Susan showed Karen their clothes and "ironed undies." "Okay, okay," I said, "So I got carried away, but I won't apologize for it! You ungrateful people you." Everyone was laughing as they hugged me and departed. The police only kept William for 24 hours, what a bastard. He blamed everything on the other couples and me for getting him drunk. Nothing was his fault. I told you he was a jerk. Three days later was another beautiful spring day and I decided to pamper Samantha. Tomorrow the landscapers come and Samantha won't be able to go outside. After a quick breakfast, I filled my bathtub for a soaking oil bath, I had removed all my body hair the night before and my skin was a little raw so the oil should do the trick. After my bath, I applied a body lotion, did my hair, my makeup and nails. Only a woman knows what it feels like to truly pamper yourself. I was going to sunbathe but the sun had gotten way too hot, I would fry not tan. I went back inside to finish dressing. I attached my breast forms and slipped on my special "under-panty," that's what I call it. It's a custom made jock-strap style vagina, my penis and testicles are totally undetectable, once it has warmed to my body temperature you could slip your hands against my crotch and would swear I was a real woman, hair and all. I dressed in a matching panty, bra, and garter belt set, nude nylons, a navy blue skirt, white sleeveless blouse and my navy open toe pumps. Earrings watch rings and necklace completed my outfit. Oh how I wish I had the guts to go out in public again. I haven't gone out in public since my mother and sister died in an auto accident three years ago. I had just started watching a movie, "Endless Love" with Brook Shields. when the doorbell rang and a faint woman's voice said, "Help me!" I panicked as I looked through the "peep-hole." Susan was on my front porch, a bloody mangled mess. My adrenaline was pumping and I didn't even think about myself, or how I was dressed. I grabbed the phone and was dialing 911 as I opened the door. "Susan, what happened?" I screamed. I calmed down and started assessing her injuries and describing what I saw to the 911 operator. (Talking to the operator, I said, "She has a broken arm, her left. A gash on her head which is a bleeder, she has been stabbed numerous times, and the one at the side of her waist looks deep! The rest of them look like she was poked with the tip of a knife. Operator, it looks like she was tortured!" "Pardon me?" I asked. "Yes, she awake, her pulse is strong, she's breathing. I raised her feet to prevent shock; yes, I've dressed the worst wounds, No! I didn't check her backside, Look I don't need too, the medics and police are here." "You're welcome." "Oh, I'm Samantha Waddell, yes! Its 567-4321, okay bye." The police were interviewing me while the medics worked on Susan, they were good, even though they cut her clothing off they kept her body covered, they were very professional. As they were loading her into the ambulance, I stopped them long enough to tell Susan that I would get some clean clothes for her and meet her at the hospital. She asked "Who are you?" "I'm Samantha, Jerry's twin sister; I'm house sitting for a few weeks," I answered. Her eyes lit up and she said, "I'm glad you're here, you saved my life." I watched the ambulance go down the driveway. I jumped when an officer touched my arm and asked if I was all right? "Yes! I'm just glad she came here for help." While I went in to get my purse, the officer washed the blood off my porch, that was so thoughtful. We walked over to Susan's and met other officers that were there. They said her house looked like a "battle zone." They had an APB out for her husband and were charging him with "attempted murder." "Wow! That's heavy stuff!" I said, "but he deserves it." I looked at Officer Jordan and asked how can someone do this to another person, someone he's married to and supposed to be in love with? "We see this all the time," he answered. I collected clothes for Susan, found her purse and keys, we locked up, and I headed to the hospital. At the Emergency Room they wouldn't let me see her, but were very happy I had brought her purse and that her medical insurance card was inside. I could sense the change in attitude, the insured get better help, or that's the way it seams. I had been in the waiting room for a couple of hours when a doctor approached and asked if I was there for Susan Adams. I said yes and introduced myself to him. He escorted me to her room. Cleaned up she looked a lot better, the doctor said the knife wounds were all superficial, her left arm is broken in two places, the tendons in her right wrist are damaged but should be out of that cast within a week. She has some bruising and will be very sore for a while, he said she can go home if she has someone to care for her. I said I could do that, and if I can't handle her I'll hire a nurse. The doctor asked Susan if she wanted to live with me for awhile, she smiled from ear to ear and said yes. The doctor said, "Okay it's settled, go ahead and get her dressed while I discharge her and write out some prescriptions for you to get filled." I stood there looking at her for a few minutes thinking, 'where do I start.' Susan broke my concentration, "it's okay, Jerry, you'll do fine." I turned bright red, my heart was beating hard, ready to explode; my adrenaline was pumping! I was in a panic, I wanted to run but couldn't. I whispered, "How do you know?" Susan placed her hand on mine looking me in the eyes and said, "I gave you that scratch on your neck when you pulled me out of the pool the other night." My hand flew to my neck, she was right and also she is very observant. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'll be as gentle as I can. Please don't tell anyone." "I know you will, Samantha. You are very pretty and I'm very lucky to have you as a neighbor and friend." I smiled and said, "Thank you, that means a lot to me," as I gave her a hug and kiss. Getting her dressed was a lot easier then I thought it would be. I had to undo her bra straps to get them over her cast, and I ripped out a seam on her left sleeve so it would slip over the large cast. "I hope you can fix that, it's one of my best blouses!" Susan exclaimed. "Honey, I told you I can sew, don't you believe me?" I asked with a pretend hurt look on my face. We giggled, hugged, and laughed. I was feeling alive again. A nurse came in with a bag full of dressings and some ointment. She showed me which wounds were the worst, and what to look for in case they started to get infected. The doctor came in with three pages of instructions, and four prescriptions to be filled. He also said she would get an injection before we leave. "What for?" Susan asked. "It's an antibiotic to help ward off infection." The nurse pulled her skirt up and her panties down, I shuttered as she gave Susan her injection. The nurse turned to me and asked if I was okay. "Yes," I answered, "I hate needles, and I don't know why I watched." They had Susan get into a wheel chair; she held the bags in her lap. I kept our purses and said I would go get the car and meet them at the door. As I slid into the car, Susan was squirming around. "What's wrong?" I asked. "My butt hurts where they gave me the shot and I can't rub it." "Raise up a little," I said, as I slid my hand under her butt to gave her some relief. I started to get excited as I massaged her flesh through her skirt and panties. She smiled and thanked me. As I drove home I said," Susan, we need to set some ground rules." "Like what? she asked. "Like every time I help you or do something for you, you don't need to thank me!" "OK," she said, "I'll try. I've never had to rely on someone to dress me before." "I'm happy to help," I said, "oh! by the way, who's your pharmacist?" "I have an account at Safeway," she said. "Good, I can pick up a few things while we're there, do you want to come in?" I asked. "Yes, I need a few things also. I'm about to start," she said. "OK, but I insist you sit in a wheel chair and I'll push you around." We had fun shopping. We were like two schoolgirls. Susan thought she would embarrass me when she asked which tampons do I use? Without batting an eye I replied, "I use pad's I'm a virgin." She started laughing so hard I thought she would fall out of the chair. I paid for everything. Her husband had taken her credit cards and her cash. If I could get my hands on him, I'd ring his neck. I had just gotten Susan settled on the sofa with a sandwich and drink when the doorbell rang. I let Officer Jordan in and offered him something to drink. He accepted a glass of water. He motioned for me to sit next to Susan and said, "we caught your husband." I reached for her hand as he continued by saying, He's dead." He ran from the Highway Patrol and wrecked his car doing over 100 miles per hour. Susan lost it. She really loved that bastard. We talked for a little while and when he got ready to leave, he asked if there was anything he could do? "Yes," I said, "Please hang on a few minutes. I need to make a call." I called her emergency room doctor and asked for him to call in a sedative for Susan. I then asked Officer Jordan if he could pick them up for us as I don't want to leave her alone. He said he would. As I gave him the money, I thanked him and gave him a hug. I took Susan into the spare bedroom. She was like a 'zombie' as I undressed her and got her ready for bed. "Do you need the bathroom?" I asked. That snapped her back to reality. "Yes," she said. "Do you need help?" I asked. "No, I think I can handle it," she answered, giving me a very stern look. "No problem, I'm here if you need me." She was able to pee and wipe by herself, but needed help pulling her panties up. As I put her back in bed, she said, "I can pee by myself but there is no way I can clean up if I have a bowel movement, any suggestions?" "Let me think about it...well, I can always put you in a diaper." Susan stuck out her tongue and said that's not an option. The doorbell rang and I was surprised to see the nurse at the door. She said she would give Susan an injection because the pills ordered are a slow release. She was leaving as Officer Jordan returned with the pills. I thanked everyone then closed and locked the door. What a day! I had made it through without being discovered. 'I need a drink,' I said to myself. My heart stopped as I heard a loud thump and a scream. I ran into the room. Susan had tried to get out of bed; she looked up at me and said "Mommy, I have to pooh- pooh!" I wanted to laugh, but I knew the drugs were doing the talking and that she had no idea what she was saying. I took her into my bathroom where there would be more room to maneuver and I could wash her in the tub if needed. That worked. When she finished, I had her step in the tub and washed her off with the shower wand and washcloth. Problem solved. I put her in my bed. I wanted to be close to her until the drugs wore off. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. I walked through the house locking up and then got ready for bed. I decided I should keep panties on, I hadn't shared my bed with another woman in a long, long time and this woman was turning me on every time I touched her or saw her naked body. I woke with sunbeams coming through the window and with the birds chirping and singing, wanting to be fed. I finished in the bathroom and was heading to the kitchen to put the coffee on when Susan sat straight up in bed screaming. I rushed over to her holding her in my arms. I could tell she was very disoriented. She looked at her arms then looked at me and said, "This isn't a dream is it?" "No, Honey, it isn't," I answered. "Let me help you in the bathroom, then I'll put the coffee on." Susan shook her head in agreement, swinging her feet out of bed. She smiled and asked, "How can you look so radiant this early in the morning?" "We will be together for a while, I'll teach you, besides your due for some pampering." That brought a huge smile to her face. The morning flew by. We were on our second pot of coffee when Susan said she needed to go home and pick up some things and get some food from the refrigerator before it spoils. I looked across the street...all the trucks had left, so I said, "OK, lets go." Susan was shocked as she stepped into her house. "What happened?" she asked. "I called in a cleaning crew to fix it up, I hope you like the job they did." "Oh yes! I do, they even painted and repaired the walls. How much did this cost?" "Susan, lets get you healed and get you through the funeral, then we can worry about paying me back." She gave me a huge hug and the twinkle in her eyes said it all, a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. I took two loads of clothes and things over and we were both loaded on the third and last trip. As we were crossing the street, Karen and Bob drove up returning from their weekend get-a-way. Karen rolled down her window and asked, "What's going on?" "Why don't you unload and come over for cocktails, give us two hours." OK, but who are you?" Karen asked. "I'm Samantha, Jerry's sister," I answered, as we continued walking up the driveway. I could feel Bob's eyes on me, burning a hole in my butt. Without a slip under my sundress, I knew he was getting an eye full. I wouldn't let Susan do anything except rest and tell me where she wanted everything put. The spare bedroom was looking lived in for a change. Susan had a small bout of diarrhea when she started her period. I got her cleaned up before our company arrived, and could tell she was very depressed because she was so helpless and dependent on someone to take care of her very basic and private needs. All I could do was support her and have her take a sedative before our guests arrived. I had cautioned her not to call me Jerry, "Remember, I'm Samantha!" When Karen and Bob settled in with a drink and snacks, we filled them in, all the gruesome facts about Susan's ordeal. They were really ragging on William and I had to calm them down. Look it doesn't mean anything what you think about him! Susan loves her husband and now she's alone and needs our support. You either support her or get out! I was getting mad and my adrenaline was pumping. Susan needed to calm me down; I took a deep breath and apologized for loosing my temper. Karen took up the offensive and said, "Just who the hell do you think you are! How do you know so much, you don't even live here! Where's Jerry?" "He's in Europe and we are very close, he has told me all about his neighbors. Things like you 'scratch your butt, every time you stand up.' And Bob adjusts his nuts way too often!" That embarrassed both of them and we all calmed down. I went over to Karen and Bob. I gave them both a hug and kiss and said, "I would like to be friends. You three are Jerry's closest friends and I would like you to be my friend also." We chatted and made small talk. Susan started drifting off. I sent everyone home so I could attend to her. When we finished in the bathroom, I dressed her in a cute red and white baby-doll nightgown. As she sat at the vanity, I was brushing out her hair. She asked, "Can I sleep in your bed again? I don't want to be alone." "All right, but no hanky-panky! You'll be sleeping with Jerry tonight, I have to remove my breast forms and let my skin breath." I got Susan settled in bed, then locked up the house, and started getting myself ready for bed. I removed my breasts and my under-panty; I carefully washed them, and set them on a towel to dry, then stepped into the shower to wash the glue and solvent off me. I slipped into a satin sleep shirt, without my breast's this is the only style of nightgown I feel comfortable in. I had just finished putting in my last hair roller when Susan sat up and said she needed to go again. As she sat on the potty, she was examining my "breasts and vagina panty." "They look and feel so real!" I smiled and said, "For what they cost they had better look real." I cleaned her up and we settled into bed. I gave Susan a hug and kiss goodnight, she drifted off with a smile on her beautiful face. What a week! William's funeral was yesterday and only ten people showed up. On the drive home, Susan admitted that she knew people didn't like him. "True, but they could have come to support you," I said. We had just returned from her first doctor appointment since the beating. All of her wounds were healed except one. They removed the cast on her right arm and declared her tendons healed. The doctor gave her some exercises to do, exercises that would strengthen the tendons. They also gave her permission to use the bath and hot tub but not the pool, just don't get your other cast wet. As soon as we stepped into the house, Susan spun around and asked, "Can you give me a bath and shave this hairy body?" I gave her a big hug and said, "It will be my pleasure." I started filling the tub, then went in to undress her; she said, "I have finished my period do you have a douche bag?" "Yes I do, you keep an eye on the bath water and I'll go get you some vinegar...your going to be clean inside and out." That got her to giggle and smile. Sitting on the toilet, she started inserting the plastic nozzle and asked me to turn it on. "Your wish is my command. Do you need help?" "No, now that I can use my right hand, you won't be needed as much, but your welcome to watch anytime you want," she said with a shy smile, and she winked at me. "You know, Samantha, you're the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time, I wouldn't have got this far without you. I love you Jerry." "I love you too, Susan." She finished, and I helped her into the tub...I had wrapped her cast in a plastic bag and while she was soaking, I washed and conditioned her hair. She moaned and said, "I love being pampered, Samantha, you are the best!" I soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed her from head to toe, and found out she is ticklish. I washed her rear end and vagina, and said, "I guess I could have let you do that." "Oh no! You're doing such a good job and I'm so relaxed." I just smiled as I started shaving her underarms, then her legs (what beautiful legs they are). I drained some water out of the bath so I could do her bikini line. It looked like she had never done her bikini line. She had a very bushy snatch. Was she going to be surprised when she opened her eyes. I shaped her hair into a heart and clipped it short with my beard trimmer. I rinsed her off with the shower wand and had her step into a terrycloth bathrobe. I put her hair in rollers, plucked her eyebrows, and made a comment that she had neglected herself a little. Without opening her eyes she said, "A lot." I had her lay on the bed while I gave her a full body massage with "Red Door body lotion." She was asleep before I finished; I covered her up and slipped out of the room. I headed to the other bedroom to relieve myself, I was so horny, so frustrated, I needed relief, god that felt good I thought, as I climaxed. I cleaned myself up and changed the sheets, then went in to watch some television. Television only lasted a few minutes; I collected the dirty clothes and towels and started the wash. Down in the basement I have two washers, three dryers, ironing board, indoor clothesline and a "L" shaped folding table. I have designed it to be as efficient as possible. I love doing the wash but don't like to waste time waiting. I was finishing up when I heard Susan holler for me. I went to the top of the stairs and said, "Good, you're awake! Now I can change the bed and wash the sheets." She followed me back to the basement and was shocked when she saw my set up. I put her to work folding and hanging, I then loaded the "dumbwaiter," it saves so many trips up and down the stairs. We sat down with a cocktail and Susan broke the silence by saying, "Jerry I love what you did to my body." Playing dumb, I said, "Oh! You like your eyebrows?" She jumped up to look into a mirror. She said, "You did them also!" She came back over and straddled my lap. Not saying a word, she gave me the wettest sexist kiss I had ever received. My penis jumped to attention and she felt it. Her attention was diverted to my lap, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I want to make love with you." "Are you sure?" I asked. "I have never been more sure of something in my life, but do you want to?" she asked. "You haven't made any sexual advances, are you a gay transvestite?" I smiled and said, as I hugged her, "I'm a Crossdresser, not a transvestite. I love women and have no desire to be plowed by a man." She was smiling and giggling as I picked her up in my arms; we kissed like kids on our way to the bedroom, I bumped her into the wall twice, we were laughing so hard as I gently laid her on the bed. Taking off her robe, I started kissing her neck, her chest, her breasts, her tummy, slowly working my way down her body. Susan screamed, "oh thank god, you're not gay!" We made love to each other and with each other, how could anyone ever abuse this beautiful creature. We slipped on robes and slippers and were eating sandwiches when Susan told me that was the first time she has made love since her wedding night. My expression made her laugh and she explained, "William used me for his pleasure. If I didn't have a vibrator I would have gone insane years ago, once he got his rocks off, he was done with me," she said, and started crying. I slid next to her holding her in my arms. I said, "That is so sad, no one should be treated like a piece of meat." She looked into my eyes and said, "You really mean that don't you?" I shook my head yes as she continued. "Jerry, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." "You've said that before, I'm beginning to believe you." "You better believe me because if you ever hurt me, I'll expose Samantha to the world." "You're not supposed to start a relationship with Blackmail," I snickered as I hugged and kissed her. "Being mean isn't in my genes." Two weeks flew by...we extended Jerry's vacation with a fake telegram, but knew he would have to come home soon so Susan and Jerry could fall in love like a normal couple. Also Samantha needs to stay and continue her care of Susan, the cast won't be removed for another month at least. Susan and Samantha had the neighbors over for dinners and barbecues; they all loved Samantha but missed Jerry. We had gone everywhere together, the show, dinner, shopping. Susan had run interference for me just like my mother and sister had. One day at the mall this man was coming on way too strong and I put him in his place. After he left I looked around for Susan and saw her leaning against a pillar. She had been watching with a huge smile on her face. "I knew you could handle yourself," she was saying as we left the mall. On the drive back home, Susan let me have it. "I want to start dating Jerry," she was saying, "let's stop hiding and let our neighbors in on your secret." I started shaking and sweating...my nerves were shot, as we pulled into the driveway. When we got inside I lost it screaming to Susan, "How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends." She came over to me and putting her arms around me, she said , "I love both of you, but I'm not any good at hiding and deceit, I want to date Jerry! Look let's have a barbecue and explain everything to our neighbors, if they can handle it and handle both of you, then they will remain our friends. If they can't handle it then we don't need them anyway," Susan explained. "Susan that sounds so simple, but... " "No buts about it! I want the three of us in the house all the time. Call me selfish but my woman's intuition say's everything will be OK." We talked into the early hours of the morning. Susan was breaking me down, before we went to sleep, I agreed to "come out" to the women first to test the waters. Karen was the first to arrive. Carol and Janet arrived together. With the five of us sitting in the front room, Susan started by saying how supportive everyone had been and how much that meant to her. She said, as she pulled me to my feet, "I couldn't have made it without Jerry's help, I have fallen in love with him." Karen interrupted and said, "You mean Samantha, Jerry's twin, don't you?" Susan shrugged her shoulders and continued by saying, "Jerry has kept a secret from you for the two years he's lived here. Jerry and Samantha are the same person, they want to share this secret with you so they won't need to hide and live a lie anymore." Carol jumped up and said, "There is no way you're Jerry," she said, as she pointed to me. I raised my hands and said, "Ladies, please sit down. If it's proof you need then its proof you'll get." I slipped off my shorts and blouse, standing in front of them in my panties and bra. I stepped behind a sheet we had set up, I was back lit. They could see my silhouette and would know I was by myself. I transformed myself back to Jerry. I didn't take time to remove my nail polish, but I removed my makeup. I stepped out as I finished pulling my hair into a ponytail, the way Jerry always wears it. In unison, they said, "Oh my god! If we hadn't seen it, we wouldn't believe it." Questions were coming in fast from everyone. With cocktails in hand, I told my story. They were all very supportive and not judgmental. Once Susan insured them I wasn't gay, they started hatching a plan for me to come out in front of their husbands. Most of the ideas were rejected. What we decided on was a swim party. Samantha would be there in her bikini, and then Jerry would make his appearance. "Because of Samantha's tan lines there would be no doubt you are the same person." The women would tell the men my story so I wouldn't have to repeat myself over and over. We set it up for the next Saturday. I was a bundle of nerves Saturday morning before everyone was scheduled to arrive. Once the party got underway and I had a few drinks under my belt, it was time to make the switch. I went into the bedroom and brought Jerry back to life, this time, I removed my nail polish and everything. Jerry stepped into the yard and I almost passed out. While I was transforming myself, the wives transformed their husbands. Susan came up and said, "This isn't designed to poke fun at you. It's their way of supporting you. Bob walked up to me and said, "I have one question. How did you get that hourglass figure?" With a smile across my face, I said, "Before I started puberty, my mother kept my sister and me in a corset 24/7, that's how. Epilog Susan and Jerry were married one year later, Samantha wasn't in attendance, but she was there during the honeymoon. Life can't get much better "for a shy withdrawn Crossdresser." I have the best of both worlds, Susan has a doctors appointment in one hour. We think we're pregnant. Love, Susan, Samantha and Jerry