But that mirror had revealed another secret. Aunt Celeste, probably not expecting to actually see me, nor of me seeing her, had been wearing a nightgo...n. A jade green, knee-long, thin-strapped, form-hugging piece of material that plunged between her breasts whose curves were outlined enough to give the most brain-addled boy plenty of ammunition for sensuous imaginary exploits. But damn, she was old, and my aunt! But still . . . Shit, I was drunk, why else would I be thinking of her like. " She was right of course, and I slipped into myunderwear; rolled a pair of barely-black tights up my legs; and steppedinto the dress Gloria was holding ready for me. It was a royal-bluesheath-dress, with a high collar, and long sleeves. A blue, elastic beltemphasised my corseted waist and medium-heeled blue pumps displayed myslim ankles to advantage. I fitted my shoulder-length wig on my head;added some blue plastic jewellery and quickly made up my face. "How do Ilook?" I asked anxiously.. Blain must be torturing me. Noone could like that music outside of an elevator. I pulled the curtainsshut and changed into the smalls and leotard. I felt only mildlyridiculous. No tutu which was good and as I just said my spidey outfitwas similar. It wasn't so much my clothes but my body that made me feelself conscious. I reminded myself I was angry. Angry meant I didn'tdwell on other stuff.As instructed I put on wrist and ankle manacles and then Blain returnedand frogmarched me from my room,. This took place during midterms and I was super busy cramming for exams and pulling all-nighters and I never did get around to calling Chrissi. A week went by and then one day as I was having lunch in the Student Union Chrissi came in, saw me, and came over and sat down. I said hi and she just looked at me for a second."I'm not used to kissing a guy goodnight, asking him to call and then not having him do it." I make no excuses my lady. I had reasons, but I offer no excuses." Reasons? What kind.