He carries on the conversation, trying to make it dirty. Not being able to resist, I can't help but tell him what I'm doing. He replies by asking for ... pic... I don't know what to do! I'm in a nice dress with my favourite knickers on but I've got no make up or wig on! I can't let him see me like this, but I wanted the attention...Fuck it. I rush to my room and apply my makeup, throw on a bra, slip in my fake breasts, do my lipstick, paint my nails and slip into some stockings. I send him a pic. I looked at it. It was my Liv, my girlfriend of over 2 years. My name is Matt by the way, and I’m a freshman in college. Liv’s a sophomore, and we were both home on spring break. We went to the same college if you’re wondering. Anyway, I paused the game and answered, ‘Hey Liv. What’s up?’ A male voice answered. Liv’s dad. ‘Hi Matt. Sorry to bother you. You’re not busy, are you?’ I could tell from his tone that something was wrong. And there was no background noise. Everything was deathly. As I blossomed into marriagable age I still did my best for us cooking, cleaning, tending the animals. All of the humble industry that I was taught pleases our Creator as it diminishes our worldly vanity. Yet I knew my days under my fathers’ roof were numbered.And then one day we received a strange and unexpected visitor. M. Beautoix was a very short man, square built and paunched. At least fifty years old with sparse greasy greyish hair that lay flattened over his pointed skull in long waxed. "You could say that," replied Heidi, "I'm a lesbian." This was finallysomewhat clearer to Daniel. She continued, "I thought dance classes wouldbe a good place to meet women, seems like the type of thing a lot of womenshow up to and very few men. But I really started to enjoy it, so when heoffered free lessons in return for being his partner how could I say no?I don't see why my sexuality should be a factor in accepting his offer.Anyway I finally told him tonight on the car ride over.