The barmaid noticed me staring at her in the mirror and her face blushed withembarrassment. She froze. When she realized I wasn’t going to any...hing, norstop what I was doing to Karen, the barmaid’s hands started to move again,pleasuring herself while she watched us. I turned my attention back to thereflection of Karen and me in the mirror.I’d never acted in the roll of exhibitionist, and suddenly I found myselfexcited by the fact I was being watched while a voyeur pleasured. " Now he was saying it, too! Why was everything "just fine" for everyone else except her? Nothing was "just fine" . . . She tried to resist him. "No, you shouldn't touch me like that . ... you know you shouldn't; not after what we just saw. It's wrong." "What's wrong about it, Davie?" he asked desperately, feeling his conquest slipping irretrievably from him. "It's not wrong--it's right,don't you see that, Davie? It's right because you're a woman now,Davie, a woman--with a woman's body and a. We both agreed that boys need more femininity intheir lives. And we had a plan: In the boys' hearing, we were bothsupposed to emphasize the beauty of femininity.February 28.Mom came over to have dinner with us. The house was noisier than ever,but we managed to be seated all four around the table. Finley tried toempty his plate by putting all what was left of the meal in one spoonful.None of us criticised him for that. But mom told us about a cute girl shehad met. This girl sat still and. "I'm going out."The effort of forcing his legs to work properly distracted him so he never noticed her tired, frustrated smile.By the time he'd gently closed the door and was slowly walking away, he'd forgotten her.She smiled to herself as she walked to the bus stop, it was a pleasant morning - the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew along the street. She nodded to the postman's cheery greeting as he cycled past. It was a wonderful day and she was going to town to do some shopping. Her.