"I played it straight and tried to explain my problem. But when I finished, he just looked at me, and suggested that I might benefit from some persona... tutoring at his place, for about four hours every Saturday, either morning or afternoon. He said that if I did what he suggested at our sessions, he was sure I'd have an A at the end of the year." "Are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" There was a note of incredulity in Claire's voice. "Right on, child. If I wanted to make an A. (I can see it now!) Lying on top of the dress were her tan tights, with her not so white panties still inside. I even remember the white three quarter length socks that were still attached to the legs of her tights, and it was apparent that she'd removed her clothing from the waist down, in a oner.To this day, I have absolutely no idea why I had a sudden urge to put on my little sister's clothes. I had no desire to be a female... still don't! Fuck! I'd French-kissed a girl before my teens, and. Wasn't the fact that she changed the subject and ran off evidence enough that my sister either remembered what we did and didn't want to talk about it, or did NOT remember and my pressing the subject might bring back painful, repressed memories for her?What the hell was wrong with me? I scolded myself.I was suddenly aware of something Jeff Foxworthy was famous for saying; but in my case it goes, 'You know you're a sick, fucking bastard when you hit on women at your family reunion.'"Danny!". He was strapped down to a table in a room with no windows, and walls of some material that almost looked like plastic, but felt hard and cool like metal. He knew he wasn't dreaming when the first alien walked into the room. The aliens were small, about three and half feet, to four feet tall. They were very fair; Ben could see the blood vessels under their almost translucent skin. The also all appeared to be female, as they had definite breasts under their one-piece tunics. They had bald heads;.