He knows nothing about thisforced feminization you talk about and said it must have been some kindof sick fantasy for you and the other boys, somethin...g to laugh about orsomething scary like a campfire story!" "And as far as Dale is concerned I have his paperwork right here. He's atroubled youth. And part of the problem is that he has been diagnosedwith a gender identity disorder. He feels that he is a young womantrapped in the body of a teenaged boy!" the counselor said looking at allthe. We'll have to be really quiet or they will hear us. Are you game?"I breathed this almost silently to Julie with my lips right against her ear. She made no reply, just slithered from her bag and lifted the side of the tent clear of the ground and disapeared into the night. I followed her and we slid on our tummies to a point about half way between the tents and lay there, motionless and silent, listening to our parents talking."God! I was absolutely motified today. I was squatting behind the. To go to the station. Cassie had not slept much that night or Wednesday come to think of it and Bill had commented on her tossing and turning. She just said that she had a lot on her mind and also did not feel well. She would ring in sick later. Bill knew different and was hard all the time thinking about what he and Pete would be doing come 9:00 a.m. He had already seen the outfit and knew that his idea of slutty was not Cassie’s – she would be punished. He also made sure his HD video camera. “I won’t leave you, Dag,” she said, turning back to me. She came around the table and laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her and took a bite of oatmeal. I didn’t taste it, but it didn’t make a difference. Riley wasn’t leaving. There was no need to panic. The world was slowing back to normal. I was okay. She reached around and straightened my tie, flooding my senses with her fresh clean scent.“Can I ask you a question, Dag?” she said, sitting across from me.“That’s one,” I said. “Do you.