Now and again, people we had known at school would come me over to speak to us, and at one stage, a girl came over to speak to Linda, with her husband...in tow. She said to him, “This is Linda Clayton, one of my old school friends,” and they shook hands over the table. After a few minutes of animated conversation, they left to speak to some other people, and I said to Linda, “So, is Clayton your married name?”“Yes,” she answered, and the tone of her voice suggested she was not happy about that. S/he wears sheer blue tights and blue ballet-styled shoes with chunky one-inch heels. Such a sweet and pretty thing. A boy whose gender now reflects only the feminine.A young man watches the beautiful feminine boy dress and prepare for their date. He watches the lovely girlish boy unravel her satiny tights and ever so slowly fit her long, silky legs into them. Her movements are sensuous and catlike as if to tease him. He watches as the girl touches her developing breasts. The young man is. He protested profusely but also fruitlessly and had to wear it throughout the next day until the key arrived in the post and I relented. I repeated this on several occasions and could be very sure then that he would not date any other girls.Under the pretense of instructing him in the handling and care of feminine garments I made him perform maid duties for me. Not only did he have to do most of the hand washing of my delicate lingerie and stockings, he had to help me select the things I was. Grabbing a few beach towels. Heather put on her dress only and I drove Heather to her house sitting place. There she put on a bikini and summer dress together with sandals. There was a message on the answering machine advising they are returning tomorrow. We left for the beach front.During a nice breakfast Heather asked “Do you mind if I stayed with you for a week or so. They were not due to return until week Friday. It’s Ok, I have some money now I can stay in a hotel.”“No” I replied, “You are.