One day I got a mail that reads like hi this is Arjun and I am a cross-dress lover and I like to have a cross dresser as my wife he also says that he ...as 30 years old and he owns a medical shop and living alone and to my surprise he say that he thinks he know me and he see my profile pic and ask me if I am studying in that college. I usually go to his shop for mobile recharging after that I never try to go there as I afraid of my identity as I had a good name in my college and class my sissy. If only Mom would let me keepthem after the week was up!), a training bra with some cheap enhancersto give it some shape, socks, a pair of shoes, skirts, & blouses. Ithought sure they were going to shave my legs, too, but at that age myhair was so fine and light that they must have thought wasn't worththe trouble.It was getting tiresome, keeping on pleading and crying, but I knew Ihad to do it."Now, take that dress of your sister's off and we'll put you in someof your own clothes." My own. ” She blinked. How did one compare ten minutes of pain and disappointment with what seemed like an entire night of pure bliss? What had just happened had to count for more than just one time.“When was your last period?” he asked.“That’s none of your business,” she said instantly, her natural modesty rebelling against talking about that with a man.“Of course it’s my business!” he said intensely. “What if I got you pregnant? I love all my children.”That’s when the rest of it clicked in Misty’s. Then she’d carry the sleeper down to the basement and begin cutting.It took years. Her creation aged in reverse: The more time passed, the closer it came to life, further from death. When the body was done the old, perfect skin had to be attached to it. She spent sleep hours hunched over a table, sewing the skin to its new frame as finely as she could.And once she was done, how to animate it? How to make the skin move and live again? It lay on the slab, pale and perfect, like a statue of an.