This is a true story of something that I did when I was in college, before marriage settled me down. My encounter with two men that I met in a bar and the memorable night that followed.
Mike Harris is a part time transvestite who struggles with his compulsion to crossdress. He hung up his wig and high-heels over two years ago but 'The Quickening', his compulsion to dress as a woman, has returned and his alter ego Michele Nylons beckons. This is a semi-autographical story with a message but with plenty of titillation for those who enjoy a little 'under-the-skirt' stimulation
A Story in the Thoughts About The Ex Universe
What if the campground assignation Sheryl and I had enjoyed (in Road Trip Tease), had happened with an unknown watcher? What might he have thought?