An English Country Garden — Evolution of a crossdresser — Conclusion -Part 4.

“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” goes the children’s song. The three little piggies wouldn’t last long today, I’m sorry to say. They’d be in the bacon slicer faster than you can say ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.” There are big bad wolves lurking.

It’s not cool to be the one who see’s the wolf. It’s not cool to be the one who feels fear. Except for the fact that it’s possibly that very fear that keeps you alive. At least, that’s what I think about in those dark times when I’m haunted by some unpleasant memories of Africa in the nineties. My gut feeling saved me more than once.

After Shannon had her sex group experience, and I had reacted pretty badly about it, we’d moved to a place of uneasy acceptance as I’d agreed, ok — I’d work on it. ‘It’ in this case was my reactions to something that simply didn’t feel right. It’s such a small thing, isn’t it?

It just didn’t feel right. Well, get your hard hat and let’s see what happened next.

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It so happened that at about this time I was moving apartments. It’s always a stressful time, however the many things that had to be done were certainly keeping me busy. Late one night I found myself in the basement of the apartment building from which…