Inside he knew that he was a sissy.Inside he knew that his unrelenting sissy desires would always leave himin life neither one or the other.Never a 'n...rmal' guy, never an openly gay guy and definitely never agirl.Inside he knew without doubt that he was a sissy.It was a knowledge that with his recent progression, or was that decent,into embracing his true self that was bringing his sub-conscious more andmore into his everyday life, one taboo at a time.His driving sissy desires had turned slowly. Okay, so far sogood.Now into shower, which, of course, meant removing the top he waswearing. He turned his back the mirror and pulled the shirt over hishead. He stepped into the water stream and tipped his head back to wethis hair. Tiffany's long blonde hair reached to the middle of her back. As he ran his fingers through the long strands he felt the waterflowing over his body. He tried to ignore the feeling and went aboutwashing the hair, which was a different experience from tending to hisown. After thatdisastrous babysitting experience, the one that had gone so right for heruntil it went so disastrously wrong (she could still hear the funeraldancer music sometimes), her parents had thrown blame her way and she hadhotly reminded them that they had told her exactly what to do and she haddone it. They had told her how much trouble she could have gotten in, andshe had practically screamed at them, demanding to know why the hell theydidn't tell her that before she had put those boys in. Why did you approach me on the bus?”The woman laughed and it reminded Sidney of wind chimes. “I already told you that. It’s because I wanted to fuck you.”“But why?”“I think you’re very attractive. You make me horny. I can tell you have a great personality. Take your pick. Truth or dare?”Sidney smiled. “Dare.”“Okay, I dare you to show me all the sex toys you have. I mean all of them, and tell me what your favorite use for them is.”Sidney stood up and collected her toys from drawers and her desk.