I don't knowwhy I was born dumb. I really didn't think that I was dumb. I justthought about simple things and not big things. Like I wondered why does...ll the tasty food like chocolate and coke taste good and healthy foodtastes bad? I thought most thought about how the to get the best grades.My mind was on something else. I wondered why people killed flies? Why dopeople hate each other? Why are people so mean?I was simple as a child. I didn't care if I was wearing fashion clothesor my Dad had. Underneath was my stash. Lying there looking soinnocent and tempting was the pink dress I had managed to buy at a yardsale just the week before. I pulled it out and sat it on a nearbycoffee table. Looking back into the dryer I could see the cheerleadinguniform, a simple black and white uniform of standard design (multi-panel pleated skirt (mostly black), sleeveless top with a diagonalwhite stripe, white leotard with long sleeves, and the sweater (a thickwool sweater that otherwise looked just. So, I watched it again, but the third time I watched it, I finally came all over my bed. Then all of the sudden, I got an unexpected guest.“Having fun mom?” Travis asked right by the bed, as he was just in his boxers.After a brief moment of giving a dirty look, I said something.“You little shit,” I replied loudly.I was breathing slowly and I tried to catch my breath for a minute.“You scared the shit out of me, that wasn't nice,” I said, still breathing heavily.“I'm not sorry,” Travis replied. The interest ranged from fetish like (which is certainly where I was), to complete indifference.I'd taken art in school and enjoyed the opportunity to dress up as much to attack another medium (makeup) as to relish the fetish. It was always important to me to be passable, but I also enjoyed going overboard sometimes, which coincidentally led me to my first truly feminine experience.One night we were at the bar. We'd all just seen the Matrix, so most of us were wearing a lot of leather or PCV..