Charlie, what really happened? Tell me!" Dad," I said. "Nothing happened. But it sounds very much like Jerry'shoping something will. Look, dad, Jerry'... what's called a tranny-fancier. He likes men who dress up as women. He's latched onto mebecause he knows I can't escape. He and Celia Wardle seem to have somesort of understanding. Though exactly what that understanding entailsI'm not quite sure yet."I recounted to dad what Jerry had told me about his transvestitegrandfather's residency at. As soon as they hit Vegas, the four nuns ditched their habits, and did the rounds of all the beauty shops, the boutiques, and the shopping malls. All dolled up, made up, and ready to go, they spent the entire weekend “out on the town” in Vegas, having a marvelous time, and catching the red-eye back home Sunday night.Monday morning they went to their parish priest, and asked him if he could hear their confessions that morning, to which the priest replied, “Certainly sisters, just line up here. Your tongue tangled with hers, your hand sliding down the top of her blouse heading toward her left breast as her hands fumble to undo your belt, her wrists brushing your rock hard erection.You’re about to find things out, those secret things reserved only for only a few. You’re about to know what your sister’s nipples look and feel like, what they do when touched and licked, what noises she makes when she’s aroused and excited, what she does with her tongue when there’s a cock in her mouth.It. There was a flurry of activity around Ellie and me as our hair was cut and styled and make up expertly applied. Several hours passed before we were finally finished and we bid our stylists farewell. Ellie wouldn't let me see in the mirror but she looked incredible. Her blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder in full curls; she had shining red lips and dark eyes. I hoped it looked nearly as good! We went to get dressed, a full bottle of wine to consume as we did so. I went to my lingerie drawer.