That's right.It's instant family-reunion time.There's the funeral and stuff, but even I didn't come up for that.The old house is sold and contents up ...on the block. Us rats arrive in unison to pick the skeleton clean. Between us we hired out both of the U-Haul trucks on the local lot.It's a full house, like back in the good old days.Me and Lydia and our two boys. Mom got Dad to come along. Sally, my baby sister, and her husband Hank, rode up with them. Our older brother didn't think too highly. I wanted to say "hell no", butdidn't, still high from being able to go out without detection. That's whyon Saturday morning, I found myself sitting next to mom in the beautyshop. As the lady worked on me I just sat there, confident that when thiswas all over, I could go back to being myself, which mom always said Icould. But by then I was starting to like the way I looked, having gottenover the shock of it, and while I would never admit it, if she asked me, Iprobably would have gone a few more. “Show me.”He shrugged, his smile casual. A full head taller than her—a man she would’ve normally considered handsome had he not be the focal point of her recent irritability. The grey shirt hemmed at just the right angle to give her a view of the outline hidden behind his basketball shorts. And then he was simply gone. Or so he would like her to believe.Members of Haven’s family operated in shadows, not illusions.That alone reduced the possibilities. Then there was the subtle shift in air. They stared at each other for a few more seconds and then broke out inwild laughter. When they finally settled down, Belinda gave anoverstated shrug.She said, "Our sissy husbands. They never cease to surprise me."********"This is going to be perfect," Wendy said with an evil smirk. "First ofall, it's a great joke to make a man-cave after I've taken advantage ofmy husband's fantasies and transformed him into my sissy slave." It is kind of ironic," Lynne confirmed. "And I'm sure my husband,.