But nowit was happening, and every nerve ending in my body was alive. I couldnever go back. Not ever.I stepped into my heels. How long are the spikes?...Three inches? Four? Howabout this? How about my heels are no higher than the mailman's dick?I laugh. Pammie asks what I am laughing at, and I tell her it's somethingI'd just read in the paper. She looks at me with a question in her eyes.If I had to wager, I would bet she knows something is up. I would bet shedoesn't know what."We need to talk, to. "Father is he?"He shook his head, "He is alright, just asleep."Thank God. She thought, while moving closer. She knelt down next to theangel and now she was sure it was her brother, the face looked a lot morelike a girl than she had remembered, but the resemblance with her brothersface a week ago was clearly visible. The wings were fully covered in smallwhite feathers, and as she touched them while she was moving her brotherhead on her lap she was surprised how smooth and fluffy they felt.. Tessa looked at me and then quickly looked away. I could hear her breathe, I could see her heartbeat. “We believe what we want to believe.” She whispered softly before she blanketed herself. “I think you have always known that.” Seven years collected in memory- where delusions rise to the surface and hold me condemned to die by my own thoughts, my own feelings, my love. I still remember those words as if they were being spoken at this very moment through her raspberry pouted lips. “I think you. . She smiled with an anticipation that herfirst night of love could only bring.I took my time to dress, enjoying the sensation of the nylon sliding upmy smooth legs. The red varnish visible through the dark mesh. I fiddledto connect the clasps, a task I knew would be easier in the weeks ahead.The breasts you had helped me select and the black bra made me feel as ifI was born a woman. The dress fitted as if tailored, how you had known mysize so well? Next a pair of heels we had picked together..