“Not sober,” I said, “and I have no intention of getting drunk.” My mother wanted all the details from my first year. I told her about the cou...ses I had taken. She asked about my sexual activity, and I told her there had been plenty, and plenty of variety. Beyond that, it was none of her business. My mother cried, of course. I was growing up. I told her I had done what she wanted me to do and become a complete man, which meant supporting myself. That seemed to mollify her, but I wasn’t sure she. I was shaking from excitement and fear. My friends’ sister was a tall athletic woman, and her clothing fit me snugly as they went on. I smoothed the stockings up my legs first, followed by the garter belt. Then came the panties, I thought I would pass out as I pulled them up. As I put on the brassiere, I looked in the mirror; once again I was extremely excited to see a slutty girl. I took some socks out of the hamper to complete the transformation. I don’t know how much time. ?my names Tina, what’s yours hunni?? she said with a smile?my names Craig, sorry I’m not really used to clubs, I don’t know what to say? I replied a bit nervous?yeah, I’ve seen your friend in here before but never you, why is that?? she asked, getting a bit closer to me?I’m a bit of a house person to be honest, don’t have many friends ,a bit sad really? I said, then realised it was a stupid thing to say and just awaited her response.?that’s a shame, a hot bloke like you should not be kept. "What?" I gasped confused. "I... I don't understand. What's wrong?"By now the MS had used some rope to bind my unresisting hands behind my back and the Father had pulled his cassock back on again. "My child," he explained, "whatever we teach here, I am still a man of the cloth and should remain celebrate. For me, personal fornication is a sin. You tempted me and, weak as I am, I almost succumbed. Luckily the good Mother interrupted before things went too far otherwise I would have to have taken.