I think I was muttering something, but I can’t recall what. I felt myself panting at the friction of his erection inside me. I caressed his back, tr...ing not to dig my nails into his flesh in response to the pleasure he gave me. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, cupping the back of my head in his hand. I didn’t say anything back, but the passion in his voice aroused me further. The pace quickened and we moved together, almost swimming in our passion. Waves of orgasm rocked through me and I. Zaaijer wanted to build a more feminine persona. He started withmemories of Jack doing the housework. Dr. Zaaijer enhanced thesememories. Dr. Zaaijer made Jack find pride in having a clean house and anice appearance. Jack would start to even enjoy cleaning up both thehouse and himself.Dr. Zaaijer would propel Jack and Mikie on two different tracks. Jackwould be, some say encouraged, others would say forced to think of hisentire life was a failure that everything was his fault. (This. She's seen right through my thick coat, into my soul and seen the stripper inside.But what does she want me to do about it? Take off my coat? Reveal who I am with out shame? I have no shame. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.I do suppose there's no use. But now, you look amazing!" I said, still not believing this was my same cousin."Well, it HAS been four years, Tommy… I've changed," Becky said, smiling."That's the fucking truth!" I said, sitting down at the counter next to her."Shhh! You know Aunt Ruthie doesn't like cussing! You'll get in trouble!" Becky said. She was right. Aunt Ruthie had tried many times to cure me of my swearing, to no avail. But I didn't want to start off the visit by getting in trouble."Yeah okay, you're right. But.