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She smiles at you, she somehow seems to feel happy you made your choice...you just had a chance to get out of it, to end it all, and you chose to go out in public as your mother in law on a date with a mature gentleman who made you feel special as a woman. Katherine pulls the perfect off white small purse from the closet. It matches the cream of the piping and the pearls. She puts in a lipstick, some powder, house keys,and gives you a big smile as she tauntingly places her ID and debit card inside it. "You're me now...don't get arrested doing something naughty, I didn't pack condoms! But then again honey, you told me you liked cum didn't you?....As a matter of fact you said you loved it, if I recall correctly. Well, I am sure Kevin isn't the type of guy who would expect a blow job on a first date, is he?" The thought makes you blush, the image of you being that way as Katherine, with a real man, makes your penis and balls shrivel up inside you, almost a reverse twinge, but the twitchy feeling in your nipples makes you very aware you just reacted as a woman to the concept. Her cell phone is also placed in the purse. "You going to keep avoiding your daughter all day? I am sure she wants to know how mom is doing. Just so you know, since I have your phone, I have been keeping her up to date on all the boring stuff you would usually be doing. If only she knew! HA HA HA!" she laughs and pats your cheek. "Don't worry princess, I have not said anything--yet." The door bell rings, you look at her and shock her with your expression, You are so joyful and happy. "You really are looking forward to being me tonight aren't you? Being a woman in public with a man?" You kiss her on the cheek. "Yes, I really am" and you leave her in the bedroom as you nervously and excitedly go to the front door. You stand in the entryway and look at the door, are you really going to open it? Last chance to bail. You look to the right, the little mirror on the wall next to the coat rack, you are sure that Katherine has done a thousand last second make up checks in it...you see the image, you can not believe that is you...touching YOUR hair with YOUR nails. In her suit...no your suit...you are Katherine! Well at least for the next few hours, and you are going to spend time with someone whose company you enjoy. Just being around him makes you feel so alive.....and so correct in the role. The role of a mature, classy lady--your mother in law. You take a deep breath. You open the door. Kevin smiles, such nice teeth! Not sure why you thought that. His tan skin is complimented by the black dress pants and black shirt with a black tie. A grey sport coat completes his wardrobe. You glance down nervously and see that he has nice shoes...you read that women always look at men's shoes...his are nice and expensive looking. Clearly you crossed that off of the "am I really a girl" list. His belly seems kind of cute, and a little sexy in a strange way. "Hello Katherine, you are stunning, I am totally speechless" he says taking you in. You exit the house, closing the door, your last escape gone. You look up at his 6'3 frame, his bald head with the nicely trimmed hair, and instinctively go on your toes to kiss him.....full on the lips. Shit you liked that! A LOT! "Thank you Kevin, and you cut quite the dashing figure yourself," you say, beaming a radiant smile at him. "Shall we go?" he asks as he puts out his arm, you instinctively take it, and he leads you to a very nice black Cadillac CTS. Your wife always wanted you to get one, now your are riding in one as her mom on a date...You think life is funny like that as you smile. He opens the door, you slide in smoothing your skirt. You glance at the house, Katherine is peaking through a window, you make eye contact, she smiles and waves. He closes the door, comes around and gets in the car and starts it up. You are doing this.....not just coffee...a date..with a man. He starts the car and puts it in gear. Officially on a date with a man now! Your conversation starts up again where it left off at Panera. You do find yourself so interested in what he has to say, such a worldly man. Retired, oil driller, construction, a man's man. You find yourself drawn to him, but in a strange way. It's how he makes you feel. Submissive, slightly vulnerable, compliant, pretty, protected. OMG, it hits you. He is an Alpha, and you are assuming your natural position with him. You always used to fancy yourself as an alpha/take charge kind of guy, and presented yourself that way in your life. But deep down inside you knew it was an act, and the fact that you have just naturally assumed the "lower feminine" role around him really surprises you, and gives you a nice warm feeling inside. It feels real. He listens intently to your stories, is interested in you, as a woman, as a feminine person. His hand rests on the center console, you place yours on top of his as he finishes a very funny story about local help in Trinidad. His large hand feels strong and rough against your moisturized, soft manicured hands. You've never held a man's hand before but you couldn't help yourself just then. You laugh, and grip it giving it a little squeeze, he smiles at you...CRAP he makes you feel so inferior and feminine, yet in a safe way. Your nipples tingle again, and you have to control yourself not to leak cum in your pad. Soon you arrive at one of the nicer country clubs in town. Oh my, he must be loaded to even show up here! The valet opens the door for you, and you catch him taking a long look at your cleavage....you did such a good job wrapping today! You move like a woman getting out of the car, so fluid, so pretty. Kevin hands the keys and a $100 bill to the valet. Then he takes your arm again....but one thing is on you mind you cant shake, that email, you didn't send and then of course there was his phone call about it....you are still confused. You forget about it momentarily as stops turns towards you and he kisses you softly on the lips, hand around your waist as you two enter the club. Walking in to the Country Club, you see your reflection in the glass of an over-sized picture as you enter. You look for every opportunity to see yourself as Katherine, to re-enforce that this is really happening, and not some dream. Your ass looks huge in the skirt! The hair, everything.... my god..are you actually here? Are you really in this fancy place, doing this? You just had a man kiss you and you enjoyed it! The phone call, the email come flooding back.....you stop Kevin as you walk in. "Kevin, I need to ask you about something, its about the email you got from me." He stops you, puts a finger to your lips. "I have been many places and I have seen and experienced many different thing in this life. I am too old and life is too short to not enjoy it while I am here, and I right now I enjoy being with this beautiful woman named Katherine. OK?" You nod, look at him almost helpless, and fight back a compulsion to kiss him again. He didn't give you and answer, and part of you does not care. You love being Katherine, and you truly enjoy being in her role with him. You decide to enjoy the night and let it go, and kiss him again. He smiles and takes you in to the main ballroom. He seems to be quite the popular man, this little party seems not to just be a social gathering, this is the type of event where real stuff gets done, and your date is a definitely a player. Your date!!!! You like the thought...Katherine on a date! You walk to the bar with him, he orders two fingers of Johnny Walker Blue neat for himself and Katherine's--now your favorite drink (he remembered what you like from just a story you told at lunch...big brownie points). You sit back in awe as he works the crowd, Shit....the mayor, state reps, and shit....some people you know! What the hell are you doing here?...Time to get out! Kevin introduces you to the mayor and his wife, you met him once, he was a total ass. You are so ready to bolt....but you notice the mayor barely makes eye contact, then he stares at your boobs and his clammy hand lingers just a little to long as he shakes yours. Even a bigger ass now. His wife seems pleasant enough, she is dressed in a dark blue after five skirt suit similar in cut to yours. Then unexpectedly, she takes you by the arm, and starts to introduce you around. You finish off your glass. You need another drink!!! This is almost overwhelming. Someone was watching your uneasiness....Kevin shows up with a fresh drink for you! You so needed that, and he was watching over you! How sweet was that? He whispers in your ear, "You are a very special and beautiful woman Katherine, so very special, just enjoy!" You kiss him on the cheek and off you go. The real Katherine would have died to be around these people, real money, real power, and here you are....in her clothes. With your liquid courage up you start to mingle and work the room a little, you try and not go overboard...but you seem to have instant status from your date. Jessica, the mayor's wife and you, seem to be getting along pretty well. "Kevin is quite the man, isn't he? I can tell he is actually smitten by you. He seemed so lost after Carol died, and I have not seen him look that jovial in 10 years. And you! Where have you been hiding? You seem like quite the catch!" Girl talk....OMG...you love it! You always wanted to be with the women, in the kitchen, not watching the game, in the restroom with your girl friends checking makeup, talking about clothes........and men. You lean into her. "I have to be honest Jessica, I have never connected with anyone they way I have with him." That is a true statement, you really have felt something there. "To be honest we just met in person for the first time today. He makes me feel so.....soooo, well..... feminine!" She laughs. "A true 'man's man' will do that to any girl!" Eventually you disengage from Jessica and meet back up with him. He is talking with a man who's back is towards you. You are not drunk, just a little warm and fuzzy, as you sort of playfully sneak up on him, "There you are, thought you could ditch me?" You say with a twinkle in your eye. He looks genuinely pleased to see you again. He places his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. Damn he is masculine, for 67 years old his arms are muscled! That thought makes you twinge in your panties. He introduces you and even though he was involved in a deep conversation, he makes sure to not ignore you as he continues, bringing you up to speed on what they were discussing. You can't believe it, he is a male, in charge, but wants to include you. Shit, you think. You feel guilty....all this will end, like Cinderella at the ball. This incredible man, who really moves you in some strange way, you will hurt him and never see again. He finishes his conversation and turns his attention to you. You look up at him a little misty, not crying, but you are beginning to tear up a bit. "Whats wrong honey?" "Nothing" you say, "I am just very happy to be here with you" as you kiss him on the lips and give him a quick hug. You pull it together. "Now, who else can me meet?" And off you two go! There is someone there you know. An injury lawyer a little older than you that you met through work, oh crap...ill he know? Will he bust me? You wonder. You panic a little as you see a group of women. You are getting too close to the lawyer and accidentally make eye contact with him. You make an excuse and peel off and you and Kevin get separated again...you miss Kevin already, but you LOVE being with the women! There is a tap on your shoulder...it's the lawyer! He introduces himself, "Hi I'm Todd Walker. I see you are here with Kevin, he is a very well respected man, and your name is?". Oh fuck...here it comes...blackmail, outing, horrible stuff. You are ready to crap your panties. You summon all your courage and smile sweetly. "Katherine Taylor, nice to meet you" you say as you hold out your hand in a nice and feminine manner. He smiles, and shakes it, "You look familiar, have me met before?" he asks still holding your hand. "No" you answer, "I don't think so". "You must be right, as I would have remembered such a pretty woman" he says as he smiles. You feel something in your hand, as he lets go, oh my God, he actually slipped his business card in it. "call me" he says and walks away. You instantly put a little wetness in your pad...and oh shit..a tiny orgasm..you were just hit on....by a man...who wanted to have sex with you..and you liked it. You are standing there, totally in your element chatting about hair salons (after getting compliments on your cut and color) You get several compliments on your new outfit, if they only knew what that new skirt suit you were wearing had set into motion. Soon you realize you have to go to the bathroom. You start to unconsciously let a little bit of pee go in your big pad but realizing you don't have a spare pad, you stop the flow. Then politely excusing yourself, you walk across the room....oh how you love walking like a girl...it feels so right, so......sissy! The thought that you are just that...a sissy, makes your tiny little penis twinge and your nipples tingle. You are a sissy fag, on a date as a woman, presenting yourself as your mother in law in public, fully dressed down to the last detail in her things, and have kissed a man numerous times...and you love every second! You almost prance into the rest room, on such a total high, and now you get to do what other women do, sit down and pee, check your makeup. Oh..sitting down to pee.....not even man enough to stand and pee anymore. You get quite the charge thinking about your penis getting smaller, balls shrinking, useless to your wife Denise as her husband--her lover. You enter the stall, and go about the entire process of skirt hiking, pantyhose, padding, panties down, your tiny member...you actually have to dig for it hidden in the folds of your scrotum and flaccid skin. You relieve yourself, dab it dry just like a girl, put everything back, and leave the stall. Going to the mirror you open your purse and check your makeup. OMG....the hair, you keep putting your fingers through it.....you love it so much! And the nails, your hairless arms, the cleavage showing......oh shit.....you feel that leakage again...a tiny sissy orgasm.....you look in the mirror, Katherine looks back....perfect...just perfect. You put your lipstick back in your purse, and you prance off to find your man, secure in the knowledge you really are a sissy fag. You start to mince out of the bathroom. You see your huge ass swaying in the bathroom mirror. It does look really large in your suit. The sight pleases you, and you smile as you feel your tiny member suck up even more into your crotch. You like having a mature pear shaped body. You find Kevin, kiss him on the cheek again. You feel totally warm all over, so simply feminine and faggy and sissy. You are in complete homo mode, well, homo for a man, this would be very natural for a woman with a man she liked...There you are, holding on to a man, making sure he feels your breasts against him, your touch lingering a little too long. You have never felt so sissy! Kevin seems to like the attention and smiles at you! You SO love being Katherine, it will be hard to let this go tonight. You have had wonderful evening, and it's sadly coming to an end. You and Kevin makes the rounds, saying "bye" and your new BFF the mayor's wife reminds you about getting coffee sometime. If only you really could! Out the door you go, arm in arm, feeling his masculinity just suck any maleness away from your body. Being around him MAKES you feel feminine, MAKES you Katherine. The valet brings the car, your are quite the talkative pair on the drive. Inside you know it will end soon, but you so love being in the moment as his woman. You arrive home, he gets out. God you wish you were a real girl, you would take him inside and let him fuck you silly. He opens the car door for you, and walks you to the door of your house, err Katherine's house, "You are a very special woman Katherine" He kisses you....oh lord what a kiss....you feel him get hard against you, but Kevin is ever the gentleman. "I do understand, and I want to see you again," he says, and with a lingering kiss he leaves you at the front door and waves goodbye. You are hot, flustered, confused, turned on, and feeling every bit the woman as you search for your keys and enter her house. You walk in the open the door, Cinderella's night at the ball ended, time to become a man you think. That's a joke, can you ever be a real man again? You know you have to, but still, you just kissed a man and liked it, and you are dressed as a girl. You notice light are on, Katherine must still be here. Your tiny penis quivers when you think about talking and sharing you evening with her. So emasculated!!! Your good mood disappears. Walking into the bedroom, you see Katherine and Denise sitting on the bed, they both have been crying, Denise sees you and does a total double take. She can't believe you are standing in her mom's bedroom looking just like her. She looks at Katherine and then back at you. Then she chokes the the sobs wracking her body and she screams "You homo fag sissy! You perverted sissy son of a bitch!" In her hand is a piece of paper. You stand there, hearing Denise insult you. "What the hell are you doing???? All these years I put up with your dressing, and you violated our marriage and my mothers personal things.....just so you can play dress up and jerk off? But that wasn't enough, was it? You always swore to me you weren't gay, didn't want a sex change, just liked to look pretty. Now I find you want a fucking sex change and you went outside as MY MOM! With a man? What did you want to happen? What the hell are you thinking? How long have you been dating men Katherine? What the fuck do you have to say for yourself? Look at you, that's your real hair isn't it? And it looks like you have tits for Christ sake! Do you like men feeling you up, you SOB? How the hell were you going to explain all this away?" She shouts looking you up and down. You truly are speechless....you stand there...in her clothes....looking like a woman, looking like your mother in law.....your wife throws the paper at you. "Does your mouth work, fagot? Here are some words! Your words! Explain this!" You carefully bend down at the knees in your heels just like a woman, and pick up and read the paper, its the email to Kevin. Your gut balls up, You had so many chances to get out, to walk away. "Denise, it's not like it seems, let me explain.....Katherine made me...." She stops you mid sentence, "So this is my mom's fault? Oh lord, you are priceless. You cant even man up to what you have done. How could you do this to me, to us? Did you kiss him? Did you like being a woman with him?" You can't lie at this point and lower your head and nod. "Lets go dear" Katherine tells your wife. "It's late and you need rest." she consoles Denise, then she looks you in the eyes, "As for you fag boy, go ahead and stay here tonight, in the morning take all these clothes with you, I could never wear them again knowing you have worn them." Denise sobs looking at you disdainfully as they walk past. "goodnight MOM, enjoy your shitty life without me." They walk out of the room and out of the house. Your hand lets go of the printed email as it floats down to the floor settling by your pretty salmon colored pumps... "Dear Kevin, I am not sure where to even begin writing this email. I do want you to know that I had no intention of hurting you or misleading you, but that is exactly what I have done. A week or so ago I found out that Katherine and you had plans to meet. I couldn't help myself and did read all the messages you had sent to each other. You seemed like a wonderful man and to be honest I found myself jealous of her. This is the hard part. I am her son in law. I have been dressing and presenting myself as her in public for a number of years. Katherine does not know I have been doing this. She is a fantastic beautiful woman and I have always been drawn to her, and want to BE her. I am transsexual. I am a girl, I have the mind and urges and soul of a woman. I am married, and my wife has no idea, but I want and need the company of men. plan on starting my transition into a woman very soon. Today you reinforced what I needed to know, that I am drawn to men with me in the female role. I truly connected with you today, you made me feel alive as Katherine and as a woman for the first time in my life. It was the most enjoyable lunch I have ever had and I know I connected with you, woman to man. Yes, I presented myself to you as her, and am really so sorry for deceiving you. You are a handsome, sexy vibrant man, and if I had one wish it would be that I could continue to be with you as a woman. I know you are not gay, and I am so sorry for kissing you and misleading you today. Please forgive me" You stand there, still in your pretty clothes, your perfect feminine hair, your nails, your cleavage, your lipstick a little smeared from kissing a man, You did nothing to stop her. Her words hurt. This wasn't your fault...Katherine did it...You look down at your feet. That damn fucking email!. It was the email, but you think back, you could have stopped this at any time, you and your innocent little plan to go buy an identical outfit, spend some time as a woman in public, get all excited, and go home and jerk off and eat your own sissy cum. You did nothing to stop your wife, didn't even try to get out of the clothes. You simply stood there like a deer in the headlights. And was she right? All the things she said?...Was the email right? Are you TS? Do you really like men? You flash back to Kevin...OMG...you are shocked that a warm flush goes through your body when you remember his kiss...how special you felt, so helpless, feminine, protected. You sit on the bed and remove your heels, shit, you are still moving like a girl! You go to the bathroom and remove your outfit, carefully hanging it up. Off comes the bra, the waist cincher, the hose, the padding. You stand there in her panties. You remove the pad, and then pull the panties back up, your mushed up tiny little cock hardly pushes the front of the silk panties out. You walk over to the vanity, about to remove your makeup.....you can't. You love it to much, you even go ahead and freshen it up. You sigh, and put on the long spaghetti strap pale grey satin nightgown and matching robe with a jacquard pattern on it that Katherine had hanging in the bathroom. The chemise and robe feel so nice on your skin. You stare at yourself...the hair, the nightgown, the nails. It briefly crosses your mind you need real breasts. You think what you really need is a drink. You walk into the kitchen, pour a double scotch...what a day...what do you do now? Your marriage? Your job? Your sexuality? Your gender?. Walking into the living room, you sit on the couch..sipping the drink. Relax, breath, get a good buzz, go to sleep, figure it out in the morning. Oh, you still smell like her!!! You feel comfortable, normal, real. Your eyes close, still enjoying the feel of the satin on your hairless fem body...then you hear the doorbell ring. Who???? You walk to the door, open it a crack. It's Kevin! You open the door, he sees you. "I know its late, but had to see you again tonight" He says as he steps in and kisses you, his hands on your body. Didn't stop him, you didn't want to. You take his hand and lead him into your bedroom. You wake up in the morning, so warm and content. The sun is starting to stream through Katherine's bedroom window. You're in her bed, aware of the feminine hair in your face..your hair....the smell of her perfume, the satin over your hairless body, and most obvious, the muscled hairy arm holding you close, and the feel of Kevin's body spooning yours. How....OMG, how did you get to this point? You dreamily replay the events of the previous day....Nordstrom's, Katherine catching you, the date, the salons, the evening at the Country Club, Denise's confrontation with you, and then Kevin showing up at the door. Kevin coming back....you were NOT expecting that!. He caught you off guard, but that kiss at the door, that man just sucks any masculinity from you! You led him to the bedroom, and Kevin ever the gentleman, turned the lights off. He pulled you back into him and from behind he removed your robe. It dropped to the floor, and he began kissing on your neck and playing with your now VERY erect nipples. In all your years of dressing your nipples/breasts were never a huge source of pleasure, but my oh my, this man knew how to get those feminine sensations going! You both moved to the bed, you slowly undressed him, caressing, kissing, and crawled into the sheets. Your body next to his, you felt so dainty, powerless, vulnerable. You reached down and touched his penis. It was average size, but very hard. You liked that you were responsible for him being turned on, that he found you sexy and desirable as a woman, as Katherine. You slowly stroked it and kissed his face, his lips, then you moved down his chest, kissing, to his cute little beer belly, to his waist, then in one quick movement that even surprised you, you took him in your mouth. Working back and forth, licking, sucking, your head started to bob up and down on it, your hair in your face, your long nails on the shaft....you were enjoying this as much as he was, if not more. His body tensed, you knew what was coming from the times Denise had done it to you. He spasmed, filling your mouth..you kept going, draining and swallowing him, until he started to go limp in your mouth. You came back up on the bed and cuddled on his chest. "Now your turn Katherine" he tells you as he has you lay on your back and began playing with your nipples again....he then guided your hand to your very hard but small penis, and you flipped down the top of the panties through the nightgown and you began stroking your tiny shaft with the silk of the woman's bed clothing. You were on fire...his nipple play, ....you screamed in a woman's voice as you orgasm-ed, your sissy cum spreading through the material. You lay they there, recovering, and you both fell asleep. Remembering that gave you such a warm feeling.....you loved this...being a woman..the clothes, the hair, the whole package. You cuddled into Kevin and he held you tight in the yellow morning sun. He kissed you on your shoulder and you began to feel him get hard against you. You brushed the hair from your face, rolled over, and began to repeat what you did last night. You two finish, you are spent and happy. Things this morning with Kevin could have been so awkward and "weird" but they weren't. Again, something about being near that man just sucked the manhood from your sails. You sat up on the bed and discussed the previous day and night, and what had happened with Denise. He was so nice and understanding. You didn't get into the email or what Katherine had done-- as it was a moot point now.....it was her but it was also you. You could have stopped at anytime. "What now?" he asked. "I don't know. I like being this way, I like being with you" as he holds your hand and looks at you understandingly, you continue, "But, but my wife, my life, my commitment, my job, I don't know what to do"...you started to cry. It dawned on you that you were still using a female voice, and the crying was feminine too. "Perhaps you need some time to figure things out" Kevin said, as he holds your sobbing body. Holding you close, he once again makes you feel so vulnerable, yet safe, protected. After a few minutes you calmed down, he lifts your chin and kisses you, sending that damn electric spark through your body. You have a fleeting thought about crawling back into bed with him to go for round 3. "You will figure it out Katherine" he said brushing the tears from your face. He finally gets up out of the bed...Katherine's bed...and smiles down at you as he starts to get dressed. You look up at him and smile back. He finishes dressing and after a few long hugs, some slight groping, and a few extended kisses he gets ready to leave, he tells you he would like to talk to you later, and if you needed anything, anything at all, don't be afraid to call. He makes a few more heartfelt apologies to you about having to leave, but he really does have work and business to attend to. You understand of course. You feel even more like a woman, maybe like a wife, at that moment. After giving you one last kiss he departs. You wander into the kitchen. You sit at Katherine's dining room table and take another sip from the tea, You purposely use her favorite mug, another sip, soaking in the warmth..such a feminine feeling, smooth legs crossed, YOUR robe covering your body....your increasingly feminine body....You finish your tea, putting your mug in the sink and then head back to the bedroom. You look around so much has happened in this room in the last 14 hours. You go to the shower, use the scented body wash, and for what ever reason you shave everything again making sure you are still smooth all over, then carefully wash your long grayish blonde hair. Why so careful? After all, you need to go get this all cut off and beg Denise to take you back. Stepping from the shower you wrapped the towel around you body, tucking it in to cover your chest. Just like a girl....noticing the hands again, the hairless arms, the nails, the hair. You wipe the mirror with your hand, a 60ish woman looks back at you. This is crazy! Stop now and get this crap off and go save your marriage. You walk into her bedroom...yes time to be a man. Get it together. What about clothes? Just find some sweats and get out of here. But then you open the dresser drawer, already knowing what you will find. Bras, panties. You shake as you put your hand in..don't grab them, don't put them on. Your hand seems to move independently, you caress the plain Playtex bra, the white cotton panties. Within seconds you have the towel off and her.....YOUR...bra and panties on. Walking back into the bathroom....seeing yourself...your penis got erect....seeing your mother-in-law in her underwear looking back...oh God..the hair....the nails...you stroke yourself to orgasm and cum within about 30 seconds. You stood there, the cum pooling in your hand. Looking at the mirror, you said aloud "I am Katherine Taylor" and then licked the cum from your palm. The third time in less than 10 hours you have had a mouthful, you reflect, but Kevin's was so much tastier...what a strange thought...you really loved pleasing him...it made you feel..so..so..Katherine. Katherine...the bitch!...she did this. Fine, you wanted me to take your clothes? I will. I will take every last stitch and I will make a point of cumming in every single outfit. You place a pad in your white cotton panties and walk to the bedroom. Just a little makeup for one last time....and then, for real, its time to get cleaned up and out of here...find some sweats...and you don't really want to take all her things. Sitting at her vanity.....45 minutes later, the fully made-up face looks back, oh how you love it...you touch your hair..the style needs no work, just a little brushing, it is so damn FEM! Getting up.....ok, one last time for a full dress up, that's it, one last time, You'll never have this sort of access again, you won't do it again, yes, one last time--then get out of here! You put your silicon forms in the bra cups, cinch your waist, pad your hips....you stop. Walking into the bathroom you reach under the sink and pull out a Depends, remove your panties, and put them on. With the pad out of the panties you pull them on over the adult diaper....oh yes, so much better, then you decide no hip pads as you know the outfit you are going to wear. Opening the closet it door, you find the tan linen A line skirt. Her closet....all these clothes....your closet, all these clothes..the thought is stuck inside your head "take all these clothes, I can never wear them again" You take a brown cami and an off white short sleeved t-shirt from the drawer. You dress...look in the mirror...once again, OMG...a 60ish woman in a comfy stylish outfit looks back...you run your hands over the clothes...."YES, these are all mine now!" The choice has been made, and you get trash bags from the kitchen and start carefully unloading her dresser..as you ignore going to the rest room and without much thought, urinate in your Depends. You unloaded the contents of her closet......not even feeling the little bit guilty...she forced all this...so she can go and replace them! After carrying the dresses, suits, all her...now YOUR clothes, you were aware you had started to sweat just a little bit. It released the wonderful smell of her lotion and body wash and body spray...you smelled like her, smelled like a woman. It also made you notice how nice not wearing a wig was, as you could brush the hair from your face without having to check to see if it had moved. And you checked your hair a lot now.....you love it....a woman's hair cut and color, still can't get over on how it perfectly frames your face, your feminine face. The flowing A-line skirt was so nice and cool and comfy. The tank and shear white T-shirt showed off the drape of your breasts, your hairless arms, your hands...those wonderful hands with the perfect nails and her bracelets dangling on your wrists and a couple costume rings on your fingers. You had seen your mother in law in this same outfit at a cookout a few weeks back...and now you are wearing it! You found two large empty plastic containers in the garage, one you loaded up with shoes, the other with makeup, hair product, some jewelry (nothing expensive, you are not a thief), body wash, perfume, feminine hygiene products, and Depends. Some purses were the last items. You loaded the containers and bag into the box, locked up her house, and drove off. You should have noticed the male clothes neatly folded in the corner, and questioned why your SUV was in the driveway, but instead, you were in your sissy fag pink fog, simply Katherine driving down the road in your 'Son-in-Law's SUV,' loaded with a full woman's wardrobe.... Driving off.....in your SUV....as her. Your fog lifts a little...Now what to do? Turn around and take these clothes back and get cleaned up, that's what you should do....and what about work? Oh shit...WORK! You look to see your cell phone in the cradle attached to the dash. You call in, the receptionist answers, you ask for your manager. CRAP.....you asked in your girl voice!. Your boss answers and you explain to her you have a family situation that needs to be taken care of and will be out for a few days. You have A LOT of equity built up with your company and are a valued employee, "Take what time you need, and if you need anything let us know. Does this involve you mother in law? Because Pam said an older woman was calling in for me." You explain that yes, it involves your mother in law, that she is 'with' you, and you really appreciate the unscheduled time off. There, that was taken care of. A few days to sort it out. Now what? You can't go back to Katherine's house. You can't go back to your own house...at least not yet, but fingers crossed... You need a place to stay..a hotel for a few days, until this all goes away and life gets back to normal. Denise...you need to call her....you auto dial the phone..it rings, she picks up.."Fuck off faggot" then the disconnect tone. Not good. You head off to the bypass near the interstate to get a room. You pull up to a Holiday Inn Express. You grab the brown and turquoise beaded crocheted purse, you had placed your wallet in it you found on the table at Katherine's house. "Yes ma'am, may I help you? The young pretty girl behind the counter asks. "I need a room for 3 days", as you automatically pull out your own ID and credit card...YOUR MALE ID AND Credit Card...and hand it to her as you fill out the information sheet. She looks at you "Ummm, Mmma'am, is this correct?" It dawns on you..you look, talk and walk and act like a woman, she has a man's ID and CC. Quick, think fast before she calls the cops....."Yes, that is correct, I am a transitioning transsexual". She smiles and says "I would have never known, you are a beautiful woman!" and goes back to checking you in. Transsexual? That's what the email sent to Kevin said. That's what you just called yourself. The thought gave you a warm thrill.......