Good grief, the urge to unbutton my blouse and take of my bra was so strong. Thankfully, I didn’t do that in the middle of the classroom, but the mo...e I thought about being naked, the more I remembered. I didn’t finish all the questions, but I don’t think I failed.”“Oh dear, I bet that made you quite horny! And what are we going to do about your top? I’m a painter, not a seamstress.”“Sorry about the buttons, but yes, it made me completely fucking horny! The math test went better. I imagined. “Why don’t you go around the counter, Bunnie, show my friend Lucy that you don’t have anything hidden behind your back, and let her give you the stamp.” My eyes got wide and my body stiffened. Lucy would see my naked, reddened bum if I did that! But before I could formulate a response, Anne’s lips were close to my ear and whispering: “Think of rule number one, love.” I trembled and my breath hitched, but a strange heat accompanied the spike of terror. I took a deep breath and slowly went around. Finding one behind her, she grabbed it and wiped off the sweat about her face and neck. Looking at the clock on her desk, she sighed and clicked off her computer. ‘Another late night,’ she said as she grabbed her notebook from inside the top right drawer. Flipping it open to the next blank page, she began to describe the dream. [Sept 21, 2008 2:30 AM Journal Entry: Again I dreamt about Ruby being murdered. We were at the homecoming game, and I couldn’t find her. Then a week later her body was. Now, as then I felt the same humiliating helplessness I clutched at thefront of my satin pajama top infrustration."Steady on, Love," my wife said soothingly, "I know it's a bit of ashock, but there's really nothing for it. You'll just have to be awoman for a day or two until we can straighten this thing out. At leastwe've got clothes for you." But I don't want to be a woman anymore!" I protested, curling myshapely legs in front of me."And I don't want you to be one," the female-Chris said.