Mature, Submissive Crossdresser

When my relationship with my partner, Sarah, ended, I was at a loss for a few days until I realised something.

There were many things I’d wanted to try over the years, and here I was, a free man again. For a long time, I’d fantasised about crossdressing, and I wondered if I was too late to try it at fifty.

My only visitors were the postman and the window cleaner, and I rarely spoke to the neighbours, so I’d have plenty of privacy. It turned out that life on my own wouldn’t mean I’d be lonely.

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