Loading my clothes into the dryer, Ifigured I could kill some time and fold these clothes. It was a mix ofdifferent clothes, but now that I looked at ...them, they were definitelywomen's clothes. Probably that girl's clothes. Two pairs of jeans, acouple of t-shirts, a few pairs of socks, but mostly some skirts andsome tops. Like one would wear to an office. Some a little tighter andlow cut than others, but nothing I would call racy. There was also afairly sized mesh bag. Curiosity getting the. ." I nodded as Mr. Reiser pinched them hard, pulling my nipples out and it hurt, but it felt good too and I didn't mind it at all."Tell me why you're a sissy little girl now. I'm curious," Mr. Reiser said. "Your father doesn't strike me as the kind of man who would let his son grow up to be a faggot." A faggot?" I giggled."Isn't that what you are?" I think I'm a girl," I said. "But I guess I am, yeah ... A faggot. It sounds funny." Nobody ever called you that?" he wondered."No, not to my face,". What we did together in the show... that was just the beginning. We have some unfinished business to take care of, don't you think?" Fran asked softly as she sat on the edge of her son's bed."God, Mom, do you mean... I mean, do you mean that we should... uh, you know, uh," the boy stammered with a flush."You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to. She flipped through several different outfit combinations at rapid pace before finally deciding on a black T-shirt blouse with a pair of blue jean Bermuda shorts. Her black headband and red sneakers completed the ensemble. As she finished, she turned to Mike for his approval, and he nodded with a smile. He could tell that she wanted to dress a bit more conservatively for meeting his parents for the first time, with the length of her shorts and higher collar on her shirt, though she was still.