I should have, and I am sure I would have, felt terror at being takenlingerie shopping before, when I was a boy and dressed like one, butdressed as I ...as I struggled to think of myself as a boy any more.Although we got a few wolf whistles between getting out of Julia's Mum'scar and reaching the lingerie shop it appeared that no one seemed tonotice two young girls dressed as French maids shopping together. I wasstarting to feel I understood why girls often dress in similar clotheswhen they go. Probably half the guys wore speedos anytime they got wet but Jason, Kip and I were the ones who wore speedos ALL the time.I’m sure I’ve made the argument before, and I will make it again. Speedos are an ice breaker and the first afternoon when we finally got the houseboat out of the marina Kip and I knew that we would be fucking Jason somehow, someway during the trip.The first night Jason just snuck into our room as Kip and I were making out in our speedos (Kip wearing some navy AussieBums, me. ’ he whispers. He drops to his knees before me, taking up a position much like mine, and places himself carefully with my hands on his shoulder and my nipple rubbing against the cotton of his shirt. I moan, realizing that I want him naked too. I swallow the completely indecent request and put my head on his shoulder. We stay like that, almost comfortable since the temperature in the room is actually rather warm. Then, with a soft sigh on his part, it begins. His finger tips brush down my body,. I will be telling my story as it is. I wasn’t diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder until I was 42. More precisely I was told I was a High Functioning Autistic previously called Asperger’s Syndrome. Some autistics hate the high and low functioning labels because severe autistics can still have great talents and those at the other end of the spectrum like me have so many issues. Me, I don’t give a fuck what it’s called, it is still the same thing to me. What? It is true! I called the story.