Smiling to himself, Jake went up the steps.The front door was wide open and he was greeted by the smell of marinara. He knocked on the screen door. "A...yone home?" Come on in," Ann Marie called from the kitchen. Jacob stepped into the modest living room. The television was tuned into the local news, but the volume was low. She came out to greet him and her face broke into a wide smile when she saw the flowers. As he handed them to her, she said, "They're beautiful." They're for a beautiful. I live alone with my parents and have beensecretly cross-dressing for most of my life, spending as muchtime at home in skirts, heels and lingerie as I could safelymanage. And as accepting as the goth scene is, I still was a bituncomfortable with just how intense my yearnings to dress up asa frilly, girly, sexy woman were and didn't want that to becommon knowledge with my friends. On the other hand, being inthe scene allowed me to keep myself shaved smooth and quitepale, which really helped out. I plowed a whole furrow this summer. I couldn't see over the engine, but all I had to do was watch the front wheel and keep it in the furrow next to me.Oh. Yeah. I'm short. Fourth grade and I'm the smallest kid in class. And I'm not likely to grow very big, the doctor says. It started back when Dad insulated the house when I was four. I was being really helpful until I couldn't breathe anymore and they had to take me to the hospital. I guess it was fortunate because they discovered a growth on. Dhows are not built for speed.I was, talking to the other divers and snorkellers when I noticed an attractive pair of single (!) young women. I went over to introduce myself and discovered that they were sisters who were visiting their parents who also worked for ARAMCO (like me). They were somewhere between 25 and 35. Jane the older sister was about 5'-3" with a nice figure - trim, taut and no visible sag. Rachel, the younger, was a bit taller and built more lushly. Both were brunettes and.