Love thy neighbour
Love thy neighbour (a short story) A feeling of intense excitement came over me as I watched my wife drive away from our house on her way to see her parents for the weekend. Time alone meant only one thing, an opportunity to indulge in my secret pleasure, a chance to lose myself in sensuality and create an alluring illusion of femininity. My clandestine cross-dressing had been a part of my life for what seemed like forever, way before I met my wife. I had become expert at hiding that side of my character from the world and had become very proficient in the devious concealment of my extensive female wardrobe. I scaled the loft ladder and stepped into the dark dusty confines of the roof space, in the furthest corner to my right surrounded by accumulated junk sat a disused metal water tank. Inside the tank were three large holdalls which contained all that I needed in order to transform from he to she. Phase one of the operation was completed, the bags had been extracted from t...