Sitting across the table from each other, Sophie and Emily stared into each other's eyes as they drank down half."Who was she and what made you stop l...ving her?" Sophie finally asked Emily."It's just decadent, this lesbian shit," said Emily sourly."Decadent," Sophie repeated."It's weak. It's easy. You don't have to deal with men. But what good are you then? What kind of woman are you? What can you do to create life hiding in the arms of some woman? It's too easy. It's the easy way out. It's. So, what does Bernard like for you to do?”“You really wanna know,” Braden was puzzled.“Yeah. I mean we’re both alone on Christmas. All we have is each other right now. I stepped out on faith to help you. You step out and tell me more.”“Well, he likes for me to dress up like a girl.”“Really? Do you enjoy that?”“Yeah, I do.”“Do you have your girl clothes with you?”“Yes sir.”“Well if you’re more comfortable that way, you should go change.”“For real?”“Absolutely. It’s Christmas. Consider it my gift. She held up her purse and said, “In here.” Wow, I thought, it must really be a tiny suit. I couldn’t wait to see it on her. When we got to the party Christine took my hand in hers, “To let everyone know that I’m with you and that you’re a stud,” she said. I whispered thanks and basked in the envious looks the guys were giving me as we walked in and the frankly unbelieving looks on the faces of the girls. I felt like a million dollars. I introduced Christine to the very few kids I knew and was. First she would take a long shower, and if necessary she would shave off her pubic hair, and rinse her genitals internally with a vaginal shower bottle filled with a special soap and lukewarm water. Then, she would spend considerable time to apply full makeup. After that she would dress up modestly to avoid attracting the attention of the neighbours and pour herself one or two glasses of gin tonic on the rocks to help her relax and get in the mood for things to come. Usually she would be on her.