Cliff had always been obsessed with women’s clothes. As a small boy, he’d often dressed in his mother’s outfits when she was out, relishing the feel of silk or satin, or a pair of heels. As he grew older he understood that it was a fetish, and he was happy with this. He had no desire to be a woman, and he wasn’t gay, he just derived pleasure in dressing like a lady. It relaxed him and when he became a lawyer this meant more stress, which meant more time dressed as his alter ego, Ann, to the extent that he even rented a small apartment in her name.
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