" I said."Go on." Why didn't you divorce me if you knew?" I'm not a quitter. You know that. You also know I always felt that a goodwoman can change a ...an, and I feel I did."As I crossed my legs and felt the soft embrace of my tights on my hairlessskin I couldn't help but nod in agreement with her assessment. I waschanged. I wasn't a man anymore. I only had one woman in my life and noprospects for another. It's not like there's a wall of women looking toscore with men dressed as women so they. ‘My my, aren’t we excited tonight,’ she said, ‘Did little old me cause it to wake up? Well better not disappoint it then.’ Better not disappoint it? What in the hell does that mean? My thoughts were cut short by the sudden yank at my black khaki pants, pulling them clean down to my knees. Licking her lips, she proceeded to pull away at my black boxers. Like a soldier snapping to attention, my cock sprang to life and stood straight up from my body, pointing in the direction of her face. ‘Looks. .Her mother turned and looked away for a moment. Not looking at Cynthia,she spoke."Do you remember after your father died... and you were away working onyour masters and PHD those 3 years...?"Cynthia remembered the car crash, the funeral, and her mother insistingthat life goes one and supporting her in her quest for her doctorate."Yes mum...I remember," she said."Well... I never told you this... but Daniel is not your 'first' stepfather..."Cynthia looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean?" He's. Oh fuck no, it's just another dream, it's not her at all, she's dead, I know she's fucking dead, I saw her in the coffin."DANNY." she screamed out loud, a nurse dropped a tray of surgical instruments, another one dropped a bedpan and everyone in the ward turned to look at me."HE'S AWAKE!"It was her hand that I'd felt in my dream, her breath on my face, it had been her talking to me, but that's bloody ridiculous, she's dead.She felt real though, she even wore that perfume I'd bought her, the one.