So when I open my notebook and stare at a tag I ripped from a flyer from a supposed writing tutor, I'm anxious but even more desperate."What's the wor...st it could do?" I ask myself.Then I answer myself. He could kidnap me, rape me, chop me up into a million pieces and revisit those pieces annually. Steal my purse. Steal my money. Steal my writing. Ruin my writing, for that matter.But again, I'm desperate. And I can't find the right words to describe a skyscraper.I dial and he answers and before. Jaslyn oiled her hands and gently massaged my legs and lower abdomen. Her hands felt like butterflies on my skin. With each stroke I felt her long braid fall off her shoulders and brush my body. I was hot. Soon I felt Kusis hands on me, touching me not like his mother , but as a young boy.I was in total bliss, I wanted to cum."Zybeath it is now your turn to massage Kusis." He was a small boy, slightly taller than his mother, thin but strong. He was not shy about laying naked on the massage. "Neil sighed. He had been a crossdresser before he met Carrie, and afterhe told her about it, he had been pleasantly surprised by how matter-of-fact her reaction had been, and continued to be over the years.Rebecca was the name used when in female mode."What about Rebecca?" Neil responded defensively."I know that you have always been honest with me and with yourselfabout being Rebecca..." Neil interrupted with a wordless syllable ofacknowledgement."... and now it is time for me to be honest. That room reeked strongly of previously-smoked herbs.“My costuming room,” she said triumphantly.She opened the door and the room inside was a huge contrast to the rest of the house. First and foremost, it didn’t reek like a hippie head shop. Secondly it was brightly lit and organized. Lastly, it looked exactly as one would expect a tailor’s workspace to look. It was feminine and comforting as well as functional.“Ok,” she said to me. “Undress and put on the outfit and well see where it needs.