As I walked down the stairs it occurred to me she had addressed me as Francine even though I was no longer crossdressed. I wondered if it had been a slip of the tongue. In my car, I opened the envelope and counted the five hundred dollar bills then stuffed it into my pocket.
That night in the shower I found enjoyment in soaping myself up. The slippery suds felt good against my hair free skin. Momentarily I thought about sitting in a perfumed bubble bath while scrubbing myself with perfumed soap.
Why was I thinking like that? I was a man. Ever since the fist time I had been made up and crossdressed in prom dresses with matching high heel shoes I had been thinking more about femininity. This was the second time I had been en femme. I found myself enjoying it more and more.