Thomas laughed.Charles was eyeing a furry costume hanging by the wall, beneath a head mask that resembled that of a reindeer's."Hey guys what kind of ...ostume is this supposed to be??" Charles was curious."Oh. I think that is meant to be Cernunos!!" answered Thomas."Cer ... who??" Charles asked.Charles was confused. He liked the costume as there was something about it that touched him. There was something magical about it. Mysterious. Powerful even."Cernunos!! He was a Celtic god worshipped. What we did know was that we had a cottage with out buildings, walled areas and plenty of stone lying about all of which would suit our purposes very well.After the visit we came back south to the cottage we were renting as a temporary home, to decide just what those purposes were, and what we were going to do with our new acquisition."We can keep sheep," said Laura, "and pigs, and chickens, and grow vegetables, and..." Hold on a mo," I laughed. "One thing at a time. There's little money in. Laughing, hereturned to the mirror and let his eyes drift along his reflection. Fromthe tiny silken shoes upward his eyes were drawn, his waist now muchsmaller as it was confined in the whalebone corset. Then it graduallytapered outward as his eyes drifted up to his rounded chest. With thehelp of the corset, he now had a very pretty hourglass figure.He held out his hand and began to pretend to dance with a gentleman,twirling in a girlish circle and ending with a low curtsey. He beganlaughing. A lot more. You see, when I was growing up, all I heard what Austin this Austin that from my mom. My aunt, Austin's mom, worked, so my mom took care of Austin during the day. I was always second to him, even in my own house. My own room, even. Just because he was supposed to be gifted."But when I was thirteen, we started jerking off together, and I guess I had the advantage on him there. He's six months younger than I am, but my dad... I guess his dad was a late bloomer, or mine an early one....