"Meg glanced over at Blake and rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Um, that's very nice Justin. You've been working hard."Justin nodded. "He... Mom, can we go and eat now? I'm starved." Okay Hon."Meg frowned and looked at Blake with disappointment. "Sorry, gotta go. Have to keep a growing boy fed you know."Blake nodded. Damn! He had been enjoying this. "That's okay. I can come back another day." He snapped his fingers. "Oh, by the way Justin," he said as casually as he could. "When did. A few stopped then kept going, I wasn't sure how, but I was determined to make my fantasy a reality. I was really enjoying dressing up as a woman and collected quite a large amount to pretty much fit any mood. But my favorites were still the spandex short shorts, hiked up a little into the crack of my ass. I would wear the yellow nylon top tied up as a belly shirt. I could make myself look very passable without any make-up. When I was 16, I was masterbating several times a day, sometimes. Sorrel made another plea for understanding, ‘You’re wrong about me. You’ve made a terrible mistake. I’m not supposed to be here. Please call Mr. Hanson’s number again.’ No one paid her the slightest attention. The female who’d driven the van spoke to the two ‘would be’ nurses, ‘You knew we were coming?’ The nurses only nodded. Though they were sure the woman about to come into their care certainly knew they were there, but it was understood all unnecessary conversation in front of Sorrel, the. This was a very dismal prospect but we agreed to try and make the best of it.After a very tearful farewell, off I went to live in a hotel in Brisbane. We had agreed that we would phone each other every Wednesday and Sunday evening. The time difference made that a little awkward. Auckland is two hours ahead of Brisbane in winter and three hours in summer.I of course resorted to masturbation but Kathleen was unusually inhibited about the idea of sex by herself and couldn’t bring herself to it.On.