I think my husband is in denial. One minute he’s not a cross dresser, the next he’s dressing in my knickers and calling himself Francesca.
It doesn’t bother me that he’s a cross dresser, but I don’t see why he just can’t be Frank with me.
I think my husband is in denial. One minute he’s not a cross dresser, the next he’s dressing in my knickers and calling himself Francesca.
It doesn’t bother me that he’s a cross dresser, but I don’t see why he just can’t be Frank with me.