Without really thinking about it, she tried the bathroom door, only to find to her surprise that it was not locked. Almost in a trance she opened it. ...The cubicle was a smooth curve of glass, the entrance not a door but an overlap in the design so she found herself watching him through two sheets of glass and the steam of the hot water. Even obscured the sight of him almost took her breath away, and she drank him in as he leaned his head back under the water, the droplets running in trickles. Slipping into a pair of lacy panties and cocoa control top hose,he climbed into a velvet dress and white three inch pumps. "Now for theface" was his thought as he pulled out his sister's make up kit and began tothe apply the cosmetics so artfully. That was when he saw his mother'simage in the mirror."At it again?" Angela asked as he turned around with a look of horror. "But, mom!" Joe complained again. "You know I've always thought Ishould have been born a girl. Just missing one X in my D.N.A. And Bea, but quite frankly I’m not always proud of that.” “I wish you had more friends,” Mum said. “I feel like you’re missing out on something. I don’t really know what, but I wish that even those other girls in your dorm would talk to you more.” I smiled. “Same as with Sarah and Mandy, though in a different way. Not much in common. And, well, I often have to spend a lot of time running around after Bea.” “She can be difficult,” Mum admitted. “And you’re very different from each other. . There was a glass out in front of her but I would need to really extend myself to get it. I stood my legs up as much as I could and did the same with my arms. I lifted my right arm and left leg up then extended forward using my right leg and sent my left arm forward towards the glass but scuffed her shoulder. "Shot time" she said. She lay on her back and I got the shot glass. Looking down on here I decided where to pour the Smabucca. Without telling her I poured it along her clevage and went in.