Ted didn’t seem to mind me snuggling against him. Instead, he smiled down at me, pulled me in even tighter against himself, and kissed me on the forehead. I let my eyes close, feeling in that posture overwhelmingly warm, safe, cared for … and female, so very female. What I actually wanted … was to be kissed. I wanted to be held. I wanted Ted to want to kiss me. As a crossdresser, my breasts are not my own. But […]