And you're reading this thinking "whatthe fuck, I came here to jerk off, get on with the more racy parts ofstory'.You're probably right.I still like t...e theory though.Escapism can be a wonderful thing.-It was one week after I shaved my legs, my bank balance had taken a majorhit. Clothes had been purchased. A wig ordered. Makeup bought. Thepostman became a regular face at my door, requesting my signature everyday as I returned from work. I wondered what he thought I'd been orderingall of a. " I know how it is honey, I was a school girl at one time too." Mom sathere, then took me by the hand. What I mean is, you're so cute, and nowBen.... You seemed to be so happy, that's all. It's like you finallyfound yourself." I... it's different, that's all, but now, well, I sort of like it!" Like what honey." I like the way I look mom. I like the clothes, and the makeup, and Ilike the way the other kids treat me, and I like the way the other girlshave accepted me." And Ben?" I like the way. Maybe the strip club was just a joke and he was taking her to an exclusive nightclub or a theater, something like that. That was how she was dressed, for something formal, not a sleazy strip club.Addie's image was filling our big-screen TV. At last, he finished moving his camera up her body so I could see her face. I could hardly believe how beautiful my wife looked. I don’t think she had ever done her makeup like that. I couldn’t even begin to say what the difference was but her face was so. Herhand ran down the front of the garment and her fingers fondled the bulkbetween his legs. ?And what is this?? she asked. ?Is that all you??His pale complexion turned very red and he hung his head in shame.?I?I?I,? was all he could mumble.She lifted his chin again so she could look him in the eyes. Heappeared on the edge of tears. Her fingertips were running over thelower portion of his groin and then returned to the lump between hislegs. She asked again, ?Is that all you???No,? he.