.” “That’s okay, honey, we’ve seen all we need to see. You made it. Welcome to the Lancaster University cheer squad.”That comment hit Eloise...like a freight train.“Wh– what?” she asked incredulously, her eyes popping wide and her heart rate spiking. She could feel her ticker hammering away in her chest. She probably let out a squeal of excitement, but she honestly couldn’t say for certain.“You made the squad, Eloise Handler. Show up for practice on Saturday morning. We normally start practice at. The weekend involved a fair amount of studying. Tina, myself, Adam, Connie, and Rhonda would be starting our flying lessons on Monday and wanted to be prepared so we picked up some books to learn some of the basics.We knew that we'd have to go through a ground course before any real flying started. The twins, as well as Adam and I had discussed signing up for auto mechanics also but after Tina told us her plans for changing the manner in which they were powered we changed our mind.Her concept. It was then that I made the decision or at least made it subconsciously.I hated being sensible... I had been it all my life. I was being sensibleby being secretive about my crossdressing, I was being sensible by takinga job which paid money rather than following an unstable dream of acting,I was being sensible by trying not to dress all the time despite it beingwhat I wanted to do and I was being most sensible of all by notsuccumbing to the temptations of Mistress Xenthia. Well damn it all. Give him a little something to say you appreciate him and all hes doing. Make him feel wanted, needed, and valued.I'm StrippingI was standing/stripping down in the door way to our room when he looked up from his book and asked why I was just standing there. to which I replied that I was stripping and mentioned that watching me should have given him a raging hard stiffy by now. He said no and when I asked why he just pointed to his book. Cue the eyeroll. his reply, "What? you married me. you.