”“Sounds like I’d remember that. Can’t say it’s anyone I know.”“Me neither, what did he do?”“Well, he knew about…” and I hesitat...d, checking both of their faces again, searching for a smirk or a smile in their eyes. There wasn’t one.I tried to remember the last time either of them had been round my house, the last time either of them could have stumbled across the washbag and the vibrator it contained. Since the divorce, we’d always met at theirs or, now we were older, at the pub. Neither of. I jumped and she said 'don't worry I just wanted to see how you would react,' with that she started to laugh really hard. She tossed the whip back into the closet and strutted towards me saying 'let's get these clothes off of you. I was undressing as fast as I could when she stopped me at my boxers. 'Let me take them off when I'm ready,' she had hold of my penis through my shorts and was stroking it back and forth. 'Come on let me have my fantasy come true,' she said, we moved to the bed where. Faye remembered that the first game she had played with her Uncle Ron was the one where he would try and guess what colour her knickers were. She would stand beside his big chairs and let him guess. After he had guessed, she would lift up her skirt and show him if he had got it right. After he had done this several times, he said he thought he could guess better if he put his hands up her skirt and touch her knickers, so she let him. Besides, he was very gentle and touched her knickers ever so. I liked myself better,felt better and realised that Tony was a poor under achieving substitutecompared to what I was now. I was happier being Toni. It wasn't just theclothes, although that helped a lot. It was the fact that I was more atpeace with myself. I know that I had been through hell on my journey toTonihood, the pickle incident in McDonalds being a prime example, but Iliked the clothes I liked the way people looked at me. Not as a scrawnyboy, but as a young woman with a future, not here.