He affected a look of profound sadness. "I feel so violated," he sighed."I'm so sorry, dearest. That was thoughtless of me. I'll let the children have...your slice." Anyone reaching for my slice of cheesecake pulls back a stump," growled the man.Later, when Lani was alone in the kitchen, Danny brought down a set of bathroom scales and placed the infernal device on the floor. Although embarrassed and mortified the attractive mother didn't try to play dumb or argue with her son. She merely stepped. So how can you tell me you’re lonely,And say for you that the sun don’t shine?That was as far as I got. She positively launched herself at me, only just catching herself in time to keep from knocking me flat — she was still taller, heavier and stronger than me, though I’d finally cleared 5’ and 100 lbs. I reached my arms around her and led her to the bed where she made herself as small as possible, with her head in my lap, as I petted her hair and whispered words of love.I didn’t ask what had. None-the-less, I pulled up the satin panties, theyfelt real good on my legs. I reached for the hipshapers, still thinking rapidly. What if, just maybe,God did not mind crossdressers as long as they werefaithful. I had indeed asked for forgiveness, what ifhe just granted it, like he did for all other sins?What if I would go to Heaven anyway?"Not gunna' happen, buddy." The pessimistic voicerebutted. "You are a repetitive sinner, you will goto Hell."The hip shapers on, I pulled on the corset. It. Maybe I really wasn't a boy, maybe Iwas a girl. Look at me! I am sitting here in a denim skirt and floweredt-shirt with my legs crossed just like a girl watching soap operas. Myhair has curls in it and my fingernails and toenails are the same softpink as my lipstick and sitting next to me on the sofa is my purse. No 15year old boy would wear these or have nail polish on or have a purse!These are all girl things.By Friday morning I was so used to getting up at 6 I was awake by thetime Aunt.