I swivelled in my seat to faceCarole. The girl sat in the single chair, her feetresting against the legs easily, her elbows on herknees. Her hands cra...led a half-eaten slice of pizza. Icould make out small teeth indents where she’d nibbledthe tip. “There is no Thanksgiving for me,” she whispered. Hervoice filled the room, the light from the silenttelevision flickering across her nose and lips. This onesentence was probably more than I’d ever heard her speaksince the. He was working like a dog to make sure we were ready for our baby to show up. He loved me more than anything in the world. All I could really do was give him love, blow jobs, hand jobs and clean up for him. I wasn't sure what I was contributing to the relationship honestly. “Are you happy still Jeff?” I asked. “Yes of course I'm happy angel. I love you and you love me. And we're bringing another life into this world. How could I not be happy Jill? Why, is something wrong?” Jeff asked. “Well no. And as time passed we becamecloser and closer until finally we were married!We didn't do the traditional honeymoon trip but instead decided totake a couple weeks off from work and just spend the time togetheralone at home. Our dressing up practices continued and during ourvacation she insisted in keeping me dressed as feminine as possibleday and night!Early one evening after we had both bathed and dressed Brenda pouredthe champaign as she did my makeup and fixed my wig that was alwaysdone up in. Prescott tried to make eye contact, but Ava refused. ‘How does it make you feel to know that you are being used? What are you getting from this?’ the Doctor asked gently. Ava sighed deeply and slowly. ‘They’re using me and I’m using them. It’s consensual and honest. I’m safe, I’m in control, and I get to be whoever I want to be.’ The last few words were laced with anger, and Dr. Prescott knew better than to try to challenge what she had said. It was time to let Ava speak, and, in some ways,.