Dressed up to go out, any woman can look like a million dollars and naked they can feel like a billion.We met at a pub one lunchtime and had a pleasan... time. Again, sex was nowhere on the agenda. We got to know each other a bit - enough for me to want to fuck her, if I hadn't decided that already.But I tried to keep my vocal language and body language on the noncommital side of lustful. She was wearing a sensible sweater, a knee-length skirt and sensible shoes. An unexceptional middle-aged. Since we didn’t had much time to take it easy. I grabbed her ass and raised her onto my body. Being working out paid off since I was easily able to lift her without much strain. She didn’t know what I was doing. So I put her on the ground and told her to lift her paavada up and I got rid of my mundu and my underwear. She pulled it to her waist and I made her stand next to a big rubber tree and lifted her with my arms under her both legs. And then I positioned and this time to she helped me. Today was no exception. Apparently, she had decided it wastime for my first skirt, which felt like a major step to me. Knee socksand the pink converse I had tried on were in there too, so there wentmy last masculine part of the outfit, my shoes.I came downstairs surprised to find mom and dad in the kitchen beforeme. Right, he was leaving on his business trip early, just not earlyenough to miss seeing his boy willingly walk down in a baby bluepleated miniskirt barely reaching mid-thigh on his. "Sorry..." Oh- YOU have nothing to apologise for!" Dad snarls. "Literally nothing.It's those idiots you go to- USED to go to school with who will pay forwhat they did to you, Ash. If anything, I should be the one apologising." Umm, what for?" I ask."For not giving you more support when you first came out," dad mumbles,sniffing back a tear of his own. "I realise now that you didn't choose tobe transgender, Ash- no one does. It's simply who you are, and it's not abad thing- in fact, it's a good.