You have been wearing all of her clothing too.Not only that you have cleaned and ironed all my shirts. My dress pantshave never looked so nicely pres...ed. I found that you were in the safe,but didn?t touch the money. What you did move was her papers. At firstI was confused by this, but then I remembered your comment about howperfect she is, I understood. David, or should I say Emily, you havebeen living as her, or maybe trying to become her, haven?t you." Mybreath caught in my throat and I. Living vicariously through my future brother-in-law’s military accomplishments, I’d regale all of his battle exploits to my friends as if he was Audie Murphy, a Congressional Medal of Honor winner from World War II. Classified as 1A in the military draft, the first year of the draft lottery, my excuse not to go to war or flee to Canada, I was glad that I was in college and wouldn’t be drafted to fight and die in Viet Nam. It took a special kind of American, a real hero, who’d fight for his. Maybe, she thought, she was too fat, so she lost weight. She started to wear make-up, and dress differently. To arouse him, she tried reading him erotic books, using sexual toys, or watching movies. All to no avail. She's worked herself silly trying to be what she thought he needed and wanted.Every time she asks him what she can do to change, he tells her that it is him, not her. Everyday, he grabs her tits, then walks away, and a little part of her soul withers and dies. She tells him time and. I put my arms around her and told her not to be scared. My left arm was over her shoulder, so I slowly moved my left palm over her left breast. She did not object, so I started squeezing her boobs very gently. She did not move away, so I put my hands inside her Bra and started to feel the soft tender flesh. Her tits were so small that my palms covered the entire breast. When I started squeezing harder, she removed my hand, and told me she does not like all this. I found this very strange, and.