I rubbed my skin with the flannel until it became rosy, then rinsed my hair, and began to dry myself. The soap I had used smelled lightly of lavender,...and I breathed in the fragrance with relish. Momentarily, I stood naked in front of the stove, delighting in its warmth on my bare skin. I could not very well return to wearing my filthy stockings and undergarments, but I had only one change of clothes—a lovely white summer dress that my mother and father had bought me in Berlin before the war. I. I walked to the bathroom and, with my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, I pushed open the door. The shower was running at full blast, the water echoing with a steady roar against the empty tub, and the room was hot and close with clouds of steam. Anya had placed a towel on the floor against the foot of the toilet and she was standing facing me. She wore, about her hips, something she had used a number of times before, consisting of a narrow, studded leather strap around her waist. She extracted a promise from me that I never hurt her emotionally or in any manner and attend to her in all possible situations and not just sex. I promised every word of what she asked for from heart and I stood by it. We finished shopping for her and while coming back, we were in laughing terms and soon realized, she was as dirty as her mom when in god mood. I answered ever dirty/curious questions of her like, how many times we had fucked, where all did we go, who proposed first, fucking in. "Tonight. Jennifer you will take a shower and before bed time put onyour pink nightie set and then you may come in to watch television withthe family," Mom ordered. "You won't need to wear your bra. Tomorrowbefore you get dressed I will show you what you're going to wear." Mom, what can we do with his hair?" asked Elizabeth. "It's prettylong, we could make a pony tail." I have been considering that problem," said Mom. I'm not sure if wecan change his hair from boy to girl and then back to.