Now we were both older, our parents had both passed away, and she was going to get married, she'd come to feel less than enthusiastic about it. I didn...t think I could help her sort that out, but just tried to support her in any way I could. I told her that if I could help her work this out somehow, to talk to me.The guy she was going to marry, Ray, was a pretty nice guy. I liked him. I know she cared for him, but just wasn't sure if she could go through with the ceremony, let alone spend her. When i had donesomething wrong in her eyes mother dressed me up completely as her prettydaughter. And as our family was seriously wealthy she did it in style andcosts did not play a role she really went all out with it. It was prettypartydresses, beatifull wigs, expensive shoes and all the trimmings. Iwas quite a slim puny boy with soft features so the result was impressiveto say the least. Initially i found it all horrible and cried a lot andtried everything not to displease her and get. She had a hard time having kids, had a bunch of miscarriages before and after me. She always wanted a daughter to share being female with. She used to dress me up until Dad got pissed. She continued without his knowledge." You're not a transvestite are you?" Marta whispered."No," he laughed. "I enjoyed it though. It made Mom happy. She's not all that happy. She's kind of a bitch. Strong character you know. She's the one with the belt, not my dad. He treats me like a prince." I guess that's. Disbelieving my misfortune I turn off the TV and begin to put down the remote dejectedly but not before taking a second (or two) to evaluate its size, shape and possible merit as a tool to pleasure myself with. Oh, alright already! This is crazy I’m fiendin’ for the television remote now! Am I that deprived? This is clearly a rhetorical question because my whole body screams the answer loud & clear YES! YES! YES! I dropped that remote like it was hot! Finally I cannot take the waiting any.