They were still older than I was, both with gray hair and one with an almost white mustache, but maybe only as old as the mid-fifties at most. Aunty sex I believe I must have blushed, as I smiled back when our eyes met, and then he spoke to me. I’d fantasized a number of times about being with a partner while being dressed up in women’s clothing, but it had never been anything more than fantasy. “Go on, Baby Doll” Ted began, encouraging me. It suddenly dawned on me that even though there was only the light of the moon to see with, the red lipstick must have stood out in contrast to my somewhat pale face, and with my hair pinned up to mimic a more feminine style perhaps it was just dark enough for the illusion to be passable. I was in heaven, experiencing something even further than I had previously allowed myself to fantasize
