I was a cross-dresser.

All right. It happened only once.
She took it off. I put it on and
the photo was taken.

We were young and on a holiday.
You sometimes do these things then.

On that holiday, we got to know each other better
and less than a year later, we shared a cabin,
sailing through the Suez Canal, down under.

Our parents had done a swap
with another couple.
So that our parents could have
the same cabin *
and she and I slept in a cabin
with a couple, returning to Australia,
after a holiday.

She was six.
I was twelve.

I only ever wore her skirt once.

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