Alex led the way up to his bedroom, and took Claire in,to show her his wardrobe; Clive looked on, leaning in the doorway.Claire asked to see 'Alexandr...', so Alex stripped, and pulled on a basque,panties stockings and heels, then make-up, and asked Claire to pick out adress--which she did so--a short little black number."I can't believe it!" she said, looking at her cousin. "I can't believe youmake such a pretty girl, and I saw you change! No wonder this biglummox--" she indicated her brother. All this time his head was demurely lowered. She wishedhe had long eyelashes to flutter. With arms crossed shyly over hisnipples he sidled to the bed, picked up the baby doll and donned it.Only then did he reach under the hem, pull down his briefs and add themto the pile of clothes on the chair.It was a rehearsal. A rehearsal for a dance, a dance of seduction.Perhaps erotic to the observer, he was so absorbed on followingdirections from Judy that he had hardly any erection. It was only. It was shorter than usual, since none of us wereyet accustomed to our new bodies, and it's not a good idea to push yourbody farther than it should go. Until we all knew better our own limits,I decided it was wise to keep the workouts easy. Besides, this group hadalways been more interested in the social aspects of an afterworkgathering than a serious sweat-down.After the workout, a middle-eastern man with a thick mustache and apink-and-white sweatsuit came up to me from out of the group. "Mr.. Shaughnessy has been living here under the name of Susan Malone, and three days ago was involved in a bad automobile accident. She continues to cling to life at Mother of Mercy Hospital, but hospital sources tell us she's not expected to pull through."He kept talking, but that last bit sent me bolting for the phone. Before I could get there, though, Susan was telling me "Stop, Larry, stop!" Confused, I did while the TV guy went on."It appears that Ms. Shaughnessy was jaywalking late in the.