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Trust

Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

back carrying my shoes, and I belatedly pulled off the other stocking. Grabbed my coat. Stuck my feet in my shoes. &#034I didn't find my wallet,&#034 I said, sullenly. &#034You won't need it if you stay here, Lee,&#034 she replied, standing up with the dress in her hands. &#034If you're not going to change back, I'll put these things on the chair in the bedroom.&#034 That was a question. I glared an answer. Did she look sad? &#034I bought you a new wallet. The red leather one.&#034 She hesitated, and added, awkwardly. &#034You're going to think it's an insult, but it isn't. You can carry it in your briefcase, and nobody will ever see it. I wanted to see your... your bottom without the wallet in the way.&#034 I found it. Red leather. A lady's clutch purse, I guess you call them. The things women keep in their purses. I discovered that all the shaking and trembling I was doing was anger. I grabbed my coat, stuck the thing into a pocket. I'd clean my stuff out of it later. &#034That's *it,&#034* I snarled. &#034Now I understand! I thought... You hate me, don't you? Because I didn't live up to your image of what a man should be, is that it?&#034 A look of horror came onto her face. &#034Well you can *forget* your revenge, lady. You moved too damn fast. You can't prove those stories are mine, you can't prove I ever wore *that* shit, or *anything* else! You're screwed,&#034 I said, forcing a laugh that I hoped was defiant. &#034*Nobody's* gonna believe you. You shoulda took ... pictures, or something.&#034 I was right, I knew I was right. That upset look on her face was because I'd figured things out, and she wasn't going to have the pleasure of destroying me in public. I jerked the door open, and started to slam it. She caught the edges of it, so I couldn't, and I spared a glance back. Oops. Wrong thing to do. She was crying. &#034Lee,&#034 she said, keeping her voice steady with obvious difficulty, &#034I love you. Trust me!&#034 She took a deep breath, reached a hand toward my face, and added, &#034And take the barettes out of your hair.&#034 I stopped at a convenience store on the way home. I had a plan, but it called for massive quantities of beer. Remembered to take the money out of my wallet, with my license, *before* I went in, and stuffed the wallet under the seat of the car. I was right, I knew I was right. She hated me; that explained everything. I got a case of beer. The cashier gave me an odd look. I figured it was because I was a little wild-eyed. I didn't remember about the butterfly earrings until I got home. See how she tricked me? When I got home, after I had discovered the earrings, I took everything feminine in the house and stuffed it into a garbage bag. Then I laid out one pair of panties, one bra, one slip, one skirt, a pair of stockings (I don't like pantyhose), and a blouse. I couldn't find my cosmetics. I wasn't really in a condition to think about it. Then I dressed, and each time I put something on, I put a cigarette out. Once I ...