Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining about most ofthem. She’d break out the black leather corset andgarter belts, the nurse unif...rm, the schoolgirl shortskirt, et cetera. I was more than happy to play thegood boyfriend and fulfill ‘her’ fantasies. But some of them were just too far out of my realm ofcomfort. I tried where I could. She wanted me to watchher with other guys at first. I wasn’t too down withletting some other lucky bastard have fun with my. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her.”“Everyone?” My cheeks burned.“So why haven't you made your move? She's ripe.”“She's my first cousin, Dad,” I said. “And? You're a man. She's a woman. You want each other. So take her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. Give her pleasure.” He paused, staring at me. “I know you're a virgin, but you've watched enough porn.”“Jesus,” I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it wasn't real. “Come on, Dad.”“Now porn isn't realistic, but. .” I began.Her voice took on a hard, harsh edge. “Just do it. Throw me on the fucking bed and take what you fucking want. Come on. What are you waiting for? You know it’s what I am. I’m a whore. Make me your whore.”I tried to slip back into character, but seeing the evidence of how I’d already abused her took the steel out of my voice. “Get up.”She rolled her eyes at me and gave me her most annoying, sarcastic, “Like, what?”I growled, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled. “Get the. Carson saw you, several times she told me, walkingaround late at night, always dressed as a girl. Now you can come and goas you please, but when you do, you'll be dressed as a girl, butsomehow, I don't think that bothers you very much, does it?" I opened mymouth, but..."Never mind, I already know the answer. What I don't knowis, can you give it up when the pageant is over?"I plopped down on a bench, sitting the bags on the floor. Mom sat nextto me, waiting for me to tell her the truth, the.