If you die on Halloween, they'll bury you in a dress like thetransvestite you are." I'm not a transvestite," I said."It's all labels," she said. "Wha... does it matter what people call it?"She paused. She looked at me for a long moment."But you are," she said, grinning.I stood and walked into the kitchen. I was not a transvestite, I toldmyself. I had dressed up four years ago because we were students with nomoney, and she had an old cheerleader outfit in her closet. The next year,when I was a. Glancing at the older Sara, the thirteen-year-old got a twinkle in her eyes, "I don't have much to see, but will you show me yours if I show you mine?" She almost laughed as she reached for the hem of her T-shirt with her arms crossed looking ready to pull it over her head."Don't be such a wus," Leslie said as she knelt next to Jake's right leg and pushed his hands aside. As she began unfastening his pants she looked over her shoulder to the younger Sara and added, "Come over here and we'll see. Then she picked up one of the switches that she cut, and briskly switched my bottom while I shouted my distress. I writhed, twisted, and kicked my legs under the intense switching. She paid no heed to my pleading, and continued applying the switch until it disintegrated."No, Katya, I've had enough!" I exclaimed when she picked up a fresh switch."You just stay there," she admonished. "You've got this coming! If you turn over and force me to tie you down, I'll wear out a couple more switches. I looked down at her, steaming with anger as all my resentment of her past snotty and insulting behaviour rose to the surface.‘I’m gonna teach you a lesson, you little bitch!’ I snarled, and I shifted my hands from her shoulders to her breasts, which I must say made nice little handfuls. She yelped in shock as I squeezed them through the thin material of her white cotton shirt, and then again – more loudly, and with a slight note of panic – as I pulled and twisted her nipples. She cried out.