... Let it out!"I can't!!!!" You yell out, crying uncontrollably. "I can't" Oh yes you can." The rhythm doesn't stop. "You can. Do you want to?" Yes! ...es! I want to. But I can't ... I shouldn't. I mustn't" "Nooooooo!" The impact of the cane causes a blistering pain, as if a glowing sword is cutting into your flesh. The air is driven out of your lungs. The world starts to spin.Swish! Another cry, desperate and lonely like a gull flying over the beach and crying out to see. Swish! Swish! Swish!I. Julie said the earliest flight to Schiphol was Sunday morning, so there was intense activity to sort everything out in time.When John returned home from his office at nearly midnight on Friday, he found a pile of post. With a sigh he settled to sort it out and work his way through it.Half way through he came across the invitation to the Midsummer’s party. It was impersonal, really just an advertisement for the party. The envelope was hand written, but he did not recognise the writing.He. My nipples reacted as if it were a cold November night. I smiled as they poked through the thin fabric. In all honesty, the dress was an excuse for what I would ordinarily call, clothing.I twisted the handle and to my surprise the door creaked open. I stepped inside; pushing the door close as I let my bum lean into it. I let my eyes adjust to the room’s lighting and I took in its contents.A soft virgin-white glow filled the room. The house smelt musty.In the room was a chair, neatly placed next. "If you win I will have to buy a month's supplyof pretty polly black opaque pantyhose but if I win I get to take off mypanties." Done," she said. Why had she agreed so quickly? Did she think I wouldwin and rediscover my male identity? Or did she think I would lose andwearing pantyhose would help me to rediscover my male identity? In factwhy had I made the bet? Was I really a woman trapped in a man's body or aman who really should not be wearing panties in the first place? Therewas some.