” “Toby, stop telling me things I already know. I need solutions, not a lecture.” “You’re Dad?” I watched as Toby sat opposite me. “N..., we can’t.” The disappointment on his face saddened me more. “We can’t go begging to Paps again, not after what he’s been through. Our wedding almost killed him.” “I can always go and ask my parents.” I sighed, and glanced at Toby. “We both know why we can’t go there, don’t we?” We weren’t on talking terms with his parents after a disastrous family holiday. He sat at his dressing table ,feeling the plug press deeperand dried his hair , Suzi had taken him to her hairdresser and the girlshad agreed blonde highlights would bring out the best in him , he ofcourse had no say , just some fucking kid in a salon deciding how helooks !!! he blow dried it and put in the pink ribbons that Suzi liked heknew better than to upset his wife ,from his bedroom window he could seethe cruel horse Robert had built in the yard it's peak so sharp , when hewas put on it. I guess it was still on hermind."Come here, Sugar Plum," she said. She dug into her bag. She brought outtwo more maid outfits, a basic black and a shocking pink. She broughtout a chastity cage and smiled. Then a butt plug and a larger dildo. Shebrought out a pair of handcuffs. She brought out a box of condoms. Shebrought out an ankle bracelet with "sissy" written on it. She broughtout a nightgown and a pair of breastforms."Later," she said, "we'll go to the Loft and buy you some dresses. Do you think Iwould ever wear those particular items? Moreover, were they even in mysize?"My finely manicured hand went up to my mouth, "Oh my God! They were forme!" Exactly, my dear. Although I followed the letter of my promise to yourdear departed father to not sissify you until your eighteenth birthday, Idid provide an avenue for you to 'experiment,' if you so chose entirely onyour own. And we both know, you did choose, and choose quite often as Irecall." Aaah," was all I could manage. Mummy.