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My boyfriend, Allen, loves to wear women's clothing. It's something he's been doing awhile now, probably three or four years. We both get very excited about going*to our local department store to hunt for new additions to Allen's wardrobe. Last night we had one such shopping trip and we both had*a luscious time."Grab a buggy," said Allen when we entered the store. "I plan to load up tonight.""I bahis siteleri bet you do," I said and winked*at Allen. Allen is six feet tall and built rock solid from head to toe. His skin is tanned deep brown from hours spent cruising*beneath the sun on his Harley Davidson cycle. He's not the type of guy you'd expect to see sorting through the sales racks at the Allmart ladies canlı bahis siteleri department.But, there we were in the clearance racks filled with off-season garments. "Oooooh, look at this," said Allen, holding a pink*pastel dress against his massive chest."Looks like it'd be a tight squeeze," I said. "But you know I love you in pink."A middle-aged woman shopping nearby overheard canlı bahis my comment to Allen and flashed us a disapproving scowl. Allen and I just giggled. We're used to the stares by now and we can certainly understand them. Allen was once ultra-conservative, until that fateful day I begged him to parade around in a pair of my panties. Now he's very open-minded when it comes to sexual matters."Why don't you try it on?" I said. "To be safe.""I think it'll fit but okay," said Allen. I pushed the buggy to the mens fitting room with Allen close beside me.A man about Allen's age stood behind the fitting room*counter.