I just keep getting it all mixed up.A lot, I guess.So, OK. I guess. I just feel better like this, but -- I don't know why --or what I mean. You know?I... think Kaezee might be back from her meeting by now, or maybe a bath,and I got to do my hair tonight. OMG it is real late!!!ByeLoves and Kiss!!Skye________________________________________________________________________________________________________Tuesday, May 6 (very early morning, forty minutes after last letter)Hi again,This is just a PS to. They also had out side door beside one door open to our part of house. I came down to ask her. As I was at the door I heard moaning from the room. Their kitchen was the first room we have to enter to her room. I thought how that can be. Only she and her son were at home. So I open the door quietly. What I was was a shock. She was on her knees and sucking her son. His back was toward me. They did not see me enter. My first thought was to yell at them. But soon I thought to watch them. It was. Here I was fully made up with a head full of curly longblonde hair extensions, my hands with long red acrylic fingernails and my facewith eyebrows plucked into the most feminine arches and covered in the fullestarray of cosmetics to enhance the look of even the plainest of women. I hadglued on breast forms on my chest being supported by a severe tightly laced fullcorset and my radically transformed body dressed in the slinkiest feminine blackcocktail dress, but under all that I was still a man. He leans in to kiss me but pulls away at the very last second, making me gasp once more like a spoilt child that has just been denied their favourite toy. I grab him by his shirt collar and pull him into a wild kiss and then push him upright to remove his shirt, revealing his beautifully muscular body. All the while, his lips never leave mine. He's sitting up on his knees and pulls me onto his lap and wraps my legs around his waist, pressing us together with his right hand and slyly undoing my.