He nervouslytugged at the tie he worked hard on so little ago and loosened it, thenpulled it off and tossed it across the room."I want out of here too... I, I tried being a man but I don't want to, Iwant my real self back, my femininity, my hair, my clothes, myboyfriend!!..."he screamed, feeling a bit better having taken these wordsout. Chad jumped off his chair and grabbed poor Adam in a tight embrace,caressing him on his shaved head soothingly and said:"It's alright Evelynn, it's alright, don't. Her hair is pinned up and she wears a slinky, scalloped cut wine dress. Her pert little titties are pushed up and they look damn good. A beautiful smile plays upon her lips and shows me white teeth. I wonder what her other lips look like. I'm sure they're covered in silky black hair. I think she's part Irish and French she told me. She enters my stall and she stares at me. "Well what have you been doing?" she looks shocked. Remember I told you I was the slightly modest type? Well I fooled her!. I think I’ll get to bed, he mumbled. Me too and I followed him into the bedroom. It was comical watching him strip off. I started to undress somewhat provocatively, trying to get his attention. Standing there, in my knickers and bra, walking about, picking up his clothes. All to no avail. I took my bra off and still couldn’t hold his attention. He got in bed and just lay there grunting.In a last ditch bid to get him interested, I slipped out of my knickers and slipped into some silky French. Every night for a week or more, after I went to bed, I could notstop myself from crying with the frustration of Miriam being so close,but unattainable. Though I had no way of knowing it, Miriam also mournedour separation by weeping as she went to sleep each night. One eveningin the living room, when Penelope and I sat on either side of Miriam,she put her arms across our backs and told us how much she loved us. Thefeel of her arm touching me rekindled my love for her and caused me tocry even.