How To Be a True Self Sissy/Shemale for life style

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...

It was moving day into our new home. Our house was a somewhat isolated two-story in the interior of a cul-de-sac with a large pie-shaped lot. Because of the lay-out of the street we did not have neighbors immediately to our west, and the developer built a high block fence along that border. The backyard backed against a high-tension power line right-of-way, so we had no neighbors behind us giving us almost complete privacy to enjoy our pool and spa. Almost because we did share the eastern property line with a neighbor, and the developer for some unknown reason built a five foot fence separating each backyard. Oh well, everything else was perfect for our first home. Our new next-door-neighbors were elusive as it took over a week before my wife was the first to see any sign of them. Annie was rearranging an extra bedroom upstairs (for the 3rd time) when she caught a glimpse of the woman living there. "Oh and what a sight she is Clint. A real Amazon: tall, long toned legs, cinna...