"Spring wailed at the sight of her sister being abused by their parents. I let her go, and she fell to her knees weeping. When she did, Sam knelt down... beside her and held her while she cried."It's okay, Spring," Sam said. "Watch."The scene changed, and now her parents were in a lawyer's office signing paperwork to arrange for her to live with Kristie's family if anything should happen to them. Both couples signed the documents, and the notary certified their signatures.Then the scene changed. I did have a fling with one of the PE teachers there brought on by too much to drink after winning some athletics cup or something. But that didn’t have anything to do with cross dressing.There was an all-girls school a few miles from mine and quite a few of us boys had girlfriends there. Probably because we had got a bit bored with the girls we had grown up with through school. A few of us were messing around in someone’s house and someone commented on my “good looks”. I wasn’t yet shaving and. It was everything she remembered, hard thrusting strokes that each shifted her an inch or two further on the rug just as it had in that straw all those years before. She may have accommodated him more easily than her niece, but she was finding his eagerness, his hard deep strokes trying and knew that tomorrow she would be bruised and walking with difficulty, but she had no intention of stopping him, of asking for mercy, she was having him, every eighth of an inch he could possibly cram deep. "And in the morning, you'll have until eight o'clockto put them back on. If you don't do that, we'll know. As we'll alsoknow if you try to make your way here in any type of footwear other thanyour new shoes. We will swap them from time to time, but until we sayotherwise, you are going everywhere in high heels. Got it, Katy?"The emphasis on the name was just that last twist of the knife. As myexpression must have told her, I was already starting to run through theimplications of what she'd just.