"Not MY Type?"

After tugging my T Shirt up over my head and off I fumbled with the clasp of my push-up bra but finally to open the little hooks and the bra fell to the floor. I briefly cupped both breasts and gave them a little heft. It’s become kind of ritual for me when I dress or undress. I guess I’m subconsciously checking to make sure there still their. It took me a while to grow them and I never want to be without them again. I unzipped my jeans and with no small amount of difficulty managed to shimmy and tug until I got the tight fitting denim off my hips and headed down my thighs. It was a bit easier to get them past my knees and finally they lay in a pile around my ankles. I stepped out of them and bent down to retrieve my nightie.
I slipped the nightgown over my head and let it tumble down to my shoulders. I pulled it down further over my breasts and let fall past my waist. I kept my cream colored silk and lace trimmed hip hugger Victoria’s Secret panties on beneath the gown and prepared to collapse onto the bed.
Once in bed I lay their, closed my eyes, and wished the room would spinning. I don’t know when it did as I quickly dosed off.
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep before I was startled awake by the presence of another body in the bed beside me.
There was no way I could tell who it was in the dark room and I whispered “Who’s there?”
“It’s me Chrissie and I’m too drunk to leave.” he laughed.

It was Kelly’s cousin Terry who had also come to town for the wedding.
I had known Terry almost as long as I’d known Kelly so I wasn’t at all frightened. Terry new the entire story of Christopher/Chrissie as most of Kelly’s extended family did.
I had by back to Terry and managed a little laugh as I said “Just don’t you try anything while I’m sleeping.”
He bent down toward be and kissed my cheek. “Chrissie, I’ll admit you make one cute girl but you’re not my type.” he whispered.