A Brief History of Tina

Male?

Well, yes. And we did get on together, he was very understanding, didn't push me, said I could take all the time I needed to think about a job, a place of my own. For five weeks we got on very well indeed, went to a couple of football matches, in the pub a few times, a couple of rounds of golf, helped each other with cooking and housework and so on. Not that he was at home much in the day, his own business has really taken off, he spends loads of time at the office, with clients and so on. So in the day I have been left to my own devices.

So to last Monday. It had really been coming for a while, I just KNEW it had to happen.

Twice in the previous week I had, for the first time in several years, indulged in my own rather peculiar hobby. Dressing up, that is. I just love it, wearing sexy underwear, a tight dress or skirt, high heels and so on. I know it's a bit odd but apparently quite a lot of guys get a kick out of it, dressing in women's clothes. I had investigated my cousin's wardrobe and found several items which would fit me. And more surprising, a lot of Aunt Jean's stuff in a wardrobe in my Uncle's room. I knew, I had heard several times from my own family, that Jack had taken her death very badly indeed, they had been extremely happily married for nearly twenty years. But I hadn't realised he was still so affected, even after this time he had still not sorted or got rid of many of her clothes.

She had been a very attractive woman, as had her sister, my mother. Whether subconsciously I wanted to bring her back, or my Aunt Jean, I don't know. But having not 'dressed' for maybe ten years myself, the urge returned when I saw her outfits, her shoes, even a wig. With those and some of Emma's stuff I thought I could do a good job on myself.

I had twice the previous week tried on some things, found some sling-back shoes I could adjust to nearly fit. That Monday was to be my first full try-out. Uncle Jack was going in late because he was having dinner later with a client, that gave me over nine hours on my own. And some of it in semi-darkness, I could maybe even go for a short walk in the garden and enjoy the breeze on my nylon-clad legs.