"If I'm feeling stressed, it let's me unwind. I can't remember when I started. Probably when I was about sixteen. Since then I've dressed about twice ... week. Sometimes I just wear panties under my male clothes. Sometimes I wear the whole outfit. Sometimes I go for what I call the Full Monty - clothes, make-up, wig, the lot. Oh, there have been purges, when I've thrown away my clothes and promised never to do it again, but I always go back." The spare bedroom, the one I keep locked, is Candy's. " Cassie told her when the hug subsided. "He said he wished I'd told him before he went away on tour, he would have supported me. He said he wants to talk when he gets back in two weeks. He smiled at me, Cheryl, and I'm sure I saw love there in his eyes. I'm so happy!"Next morning Cassie lay in bed and recalled her friend's happiness at her news and then Brian's smile of satisfaction. She felt peaceful and happy, and realised she had not felt like that since Zak tricked her into thinking Ged. I had been thinking about this for a while, so I gathered my courage and said “I think we need to take matters into our own hands. This cunt needs to be taught a lesson.”The other guys stared at me – we were a bunch of intellectuals studying politics at a posh university; “taking matters into our own hands” was not part of our thinking; for that matter, “cunt” was not part of our vernacular.“What do you mean?” said Jake. “How does one teach a lesson to a professor?”Slowly, but with growing. Everything was normal, I showered, then we ate while watching True Blood again,and we had some wine. Afterwards, Ed stretched out with a blanket on the L part of the sectional facing the TV. He told me to make myself at home and to lay down too if I wanted, and he tossed a second blanket at me. So, I did, I layed back, and stretched my feet out towards Ed and covered myself with the blanket. Then I felt it. His hand had crept under the blanket and started rubbing my foot. I tensed up a.