She seated him in the main bedroom. She closed the door when she entered the separate dressing room. Somer was left to look around while Stephanie cha...ged into her teaching uniform. There were some chairs and a low message table beside a padded floor area. A gleaming bathroom adjoined the main room. Stephanie came out of the dressing room topless wearing just a thong and high heels. Her makeup was perfect, as always. She came close as he stood to meet her. She posed square on, statuesque, hands. I crept up the stairs, but instead ofheading down the hall towards my room, I turned right. I wasgoing into their room. Her room really.The only sign of my father's presence was an unpainted woodendresser on one wall, as if after fifteen years he was still amarginal occupant, on some sort of probation. The rest was allher: it as a room covered in light pastel colors and softfabrics. Their bed was a large, antique four-poster with a highcanopy. The bedspread was made of pure satin, a. It reallyscared me, but Candie said this was a good thing. The more I stay incharacter the better off we will be in the long run. I began to thinklike a woman, walk like a woman, and talk like one too. I had to learnto sit like a woman too. By the time I was done with all my lessons itwas nearly 4:00 in the morning. Candie was really worried now. She toldme it took way too long to get me ready. She said that we didn't havetime for me to get undressed and dressed again before the wedding, so. ’ I avoided the answer until Mary persisted. ‘She was killed in a car accident years ago.’ ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.’ ‘Legitimate question, and not really a pry. We are both partner-less except for tonight. Let’s get after whatever the night offers.’ I picked up her wrap and held it for her slip into. We stepped out into the fall darkness and the drive to our dinner spot. In the car, Mary settled into her seat and smoothed her skirt over her legs. I was not immune from looking as she.