It may be that I will have toaccept that this is who you are. If so, I will still love you. But Ican't say that it doesn't worry me. I want you to...be happy, and, someday,to find someone to share your life with. You tell me that you are notinterested in boys, so you are not gay, but it will be very difficult foryou to find a woman that will want to be with you if you are dressed as awoman yourself. That saddens me." Mom, Dad, I love you both. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt or worryeither. I put on my sexiest, shortest see-through nightie and went to bed with no panties and an aching pussy. My sister and I both knew that Bill would try to wait up for my sister, but he’d fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV in no time. Not long after she left, I tiptoed out into the kitchen and made just enough noise to know that I would wake Bill up. I put on a little show for him in the dim light of the fridge, showing off my long legs and tight ass. Then I pretended to be surprised that. I had sex with a stranger. An older woman who’s married at that. Someone I’ve only known for an hour. She raises her arm and stares at the back of her hand.“...I don’t feel all that different,” she remarks.Different from what? There’s a mysterious expression on Neon. “Do you regret it?” asks Sea.“I’m past regrets,” is Neon’s answer.“All right then.” Her tone turns Neon’s head. “I didn’t think you’d be into it.” “Why?”“You were kind of quiet all night. I was sure your nerves were going to get. The church was huge, very rich and ornate, giving you the feeling that God dwelled within the space. It was filled with sculpture, artwork and stained glass. The organ music was heavy with beauty and power, stirring the soul. The sculpture of Jesus behind the altar reminded her of the William Bouguereau paintings she had seen at the Essex Art Museum last Sunday with Uncle Walt. It was The Flagellation of Our Lord Jesus Christ – in the painting he was chained to a column and being whipped,.