She was on her knees beside him, leaning over and dragging her long red hair over his face.He scooted away and whispered, “Jesus, Lynn, what the hel... are you playing at?”She whispered back, “I just brought you your Christmas present, is all. Don’t get all pissy.”There was a pale shaft of moonlight coming in through the small window next to the bed. As his eyes focused on the dim image of his sister, he realized she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.He scooted to the very edge of the bed and. I can'tforget how many times. Number 2 was in my near future. A future Inever thought was possible. I never would have thought I could countthe number of times I been dressed as a girl at a baseball game.My mom started walking towards her closet to get me a outfit to wearto the game. I should tell her "no". I know this is not a good idea.But I really wanted to go to the game, but not like this. If I don'tstop this from happening, I don't know when it will stop."Mom, I think I shouldn't..." I. THE Friday! HE was coming home today. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Mike was coming home for Christmas. My Mike! My big, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous stepbrother was coming home today. Only the second and by far the most serious lover in my young life would be back with me this afternoon! My tummy filled with butterflies as my slowly waking brain ran through every scenario it could imagine. What if he ignored me as if it hadn’t happened? What if he hated me now, or. Two days later I got up early to wrap mums present up for her 44th birthday, as a treat I had decided to give her breakfast in bed alone with her present, I looked at the clock and thought that she should be stirring in her bed, I made tea and toast and put it on a tray with her present and made my way up stairs, I was just about to knock when a though came over me, quickly I put the tray down and went to my bedroom, took out a dicky bow tie and put it on, as I got to the door I thought about.