I had always told her I would do anything for her.Julie was a girly-girl, and loved being female. She had said she would be happy if she could wear dr...sses and heels all the time. Her wardrobe reflected that. She had also known about my urge to wear female clothes since we were young, and being my dear sister, never told anyone else. She told me she could never mock me or embarrass me in front of others because she could see how happy I was when I could dress like that.As teens, she would dress. I went to bed and had what the Brit's call a 'good ol' wank' wondering what tomorrow at 9 pm would bring. Lucy came over just before 9.30 pm the following night. She was a chatty girl who had obviously stopped off at the pub for a G&T first. We went up stairs and I gave her a pair of tan hose in the size she requested. She too put them on but was careful not to make a show of it like Maisey did. I was sitting on the bed feeling a little let down when she came over and stood in front of me. "Put. .. I’m sorry. I don’t like close spaces and this is freaking me out,” she said, looking very tearful.“I’ll do my best, got a phone?”“Yes, why?”“Give me your number and I’ll call you. I’ll leave the inner doors open and the outer ones slightly open and you can help me out by telling me when the lift is level with the floor,” I replied, though there was a floor level indicator on the main controls.“Yeah, I can do that. Thanks,” she replied and gave me a number.I rang her and she replied and I. Later, after Bill and Judy had left for school and Arlene had finished a lengthy shower, the doorbell rang. She wondered who it could be so early in the morning.She was surprised to see her neighbor, Barbara, standing in the doorway. She hardly ever spoke to her next-door neighbor. Arlene resented the flashy, cheap way the woman dressed, and the flirtatious way she carried on in the presence of men. Then she mentally chastised herself. How could she possibly be so critical of Barbara after what.