" That much would have been obvious to anyone able to observe as Leslie unzipped the short black crepe cocktail dress he'd worn that evening, stepped out of it, then hung it up in the closet among all his other designer dresses." That much would have been obvious to anyone able to observe as Leslie unzipped the short black crepe cocktail dress he'd worn that evening, stepped out of it, then hung it up in the closet among all his other designer dresses. Taking off his high-heeled black sandals, he placed them in the closet also. Leslie unhooked his black brassiere and tossed it in the hamper, his pantyhose and panties soon followed. Removing his earrings, watch, and ring he put them in his jewelry chest. Leslie's problem was that he didn't know where he fit in. He wasn't a transsexual, although at times he was tempted to just give in and change his sex for the sake of being able to lead a normal life, even if it was as a woman. He wasn't even a transvestite by inclination. After his father and mother had separated, from the age of five, Leslie had been raised as a girl by his mother and his older sister Justine. Every care had been taken to ensure that Leslie never developed any of the masculine characteristics which his mother found so offensive. In addition to a steady diet of female hormones, Leslie was raised in an atmosphere where he was exposed only to women. |