It's really fucking stupid. I feel sexy. More so than I ever thought would be in the videos. This place is real. I'm a Real Mental Patient. Real crazy... Real sexy. Real horny. I must be really crazy because I feel so sexy and horny here.It's not an hour till bedtime. They escort us all to our rooms. I walk in and they lock the door behind me. Oh the feeling when that door closed. I'm not going anywhere. No way at all. No I'm not going anywhere. That's really fucking freaky. No way bang my head. We stayed in. We watched comedies. We playedwith legos. I cooked a nice meal while wearing women'sclothes and feltlike a real housewife. That night I dreamed that the squid/whale/thingshadn't been grateful or angry, only frightened, they were just scared fortheir child, scared I'd hurt it, or that I would soon. The one thattouched me had just tried to push me away, it hadn't even intended tochange me, to change us, that was just an accident, an accident of abotched first contact, which is. ’ I smile softly at him and turn to go, handing him my soda, then leave him to his own devices. Entering my room, I open the closet and select a long fuchsia gown. Removing my clothing, I slip on a pink thong, and a bright pink corset that ends under my breasts. Wickedly, I grin at my wantonness, and I wonder what he will think when he sees me. Picking up my gown, I step into it. The top of it rests just above my nipples. I know that if I lean too far over, the pink buds of my breasts will. Of course this all pre-dated the digital age. In those days you either took your pictures to a photography shop or a chemist to get them printed. You could hardly take a film of nude pictures into Boots. So that was where Tom, a skilled photographer had the edge. Gradually their photos became naughtier and naughtier. Susan would wear a pair of split crotch knickers and pose open-legged so that her vagina was on display to Tom’s probing lens. He would focus on close up shots, which would show.