The Married Man of Summer #1

"I can't believe you were keeping that a secret, that is literally the only interesting thing about you, haha."

A bunch of months before, Al was snooping, she was in my closet. It was big, it was almost a room, I was grateful to have it in my apartment. She found a shopping bag full of heels. She questioned me and when I didn't give her the correct answer she threw them at me, one by one. I had to succumb, I had to tell her about me. It was a secret to almost everyone, and now I had to tell my landlord's daughter I was a crossdresser, maybe even transgender, but definitely a crossdresser.

I had more heels than outfits, they were my favorite. Stockings and heels were all I really needed, but the rest was nice I loved to look, smell and feel like a woman. I loved to smile in my mirror.

"So I love heels, pantyhose and I have a thing for mascara. No big deal. Right?" I asked her. It's not an easy thing telling a beautiful woman that you want to wear women's clothes. You want to wear her clothes. It's even harder telling a beautiful woman about your sex life, with men.

"I completely understand, there is nothing like a short skirt, a tight sweater, higher than high heels, and mascara, come on I love that. You are preaching to the choir sister." Actually, it turned out it was pretty easy telling a beautiful woman about myself. That first night she went through all the female clothes I had, all the lingerie and heels. She picked through all my makeup, sundries, and accessories. She threw things out, she took notes. She said she was going to help me, she was going to be my mentor, my older slutty sister. She made me try everything on in front of her, she rated my catwalk technique, my strut, even the way I sat and crossed my legs. She called me a flirt.

Alyssa taught me three very important things, One; How to check my nails to make sure people were watching me. Two; How to eat off of a fork so I don't mess up my lipstick. and Three; How to meet and introduce myself to others.