I sat down on the couch and looked around the room. It seemed to be a large TV room with a more formal living room running off the side. I could tell by the size of the house and the way it was decorated that this man was successful. We looked to be about the same age but he could afford some rather expensive furnishings that I hadn't even thought of buying for my home. There were some impressive paintings on the walls and the room was framed with a dark expensive wood trim. I guessed the couch I was sitting on was custom made. It was very large and comfortable and made of a dark green chenille fabric.
"Well I remember who you look like." The black man said as he entered the room carrying two beers. "She was in a Bond movie with the one that only lasted a couple of movies. Forgive me but I am a fan of Sean Connery not the others. Although Roger Moore could make you laugh."
"I know who you mean. Thanks. I guess" I didn't want him to know that I was actually flattered. I had always thought that I dressed as a woman because I looked good doing it. Now I knew. The rush was a part of it too but there was my ego again. I knew I was better looking than the transvestites whose websites I checked out for ideas and inspiration. Jacques' compliment went a long way towards proving it. "Anyway thanks for the beer but I shouldn't."
"Well we are going to have to wait before we fix your radiator. It has to cool down." He was right. We were going to have to sit for a little while longer. I took the beer and I noticed him staring down at me and he shook his head. "You know you really are a dead ringer. You have the same hair and everything. I can't remember her charactor's name but maybe you should call yourself Carey, her real name."
He sat down next to me on the couch. While I would have been content to get this over with as quickly as possible, Jacques was bubbling with curiosity. "Who does your make up if you don't mind my asking?" Where do you shop? How long have you been dressing as a woman and what got you started?" The questions came at me a mile a minute. I could tell that Jacques was simply curious but I still had my legs crossed with my dress down as far as it would go. I could see him trying to sneak an eyeful of my legs and unfortunately for me the dress was loose but short.
