That night i spent in [Boy X]'s Mother's room.
The dead quiet of 3 a.m.
Slipping the drawers open, the sweet sachets. Her underwear. The shoe racks lining up pairs of heels i felt incredible hunger for.
Sneaking into the locked space of Her bathroom and trying Her stockings on, blinding me with unexplainable need and a willingness to give up anything.
i spent the three days following shaving my legs and retrying-on her nylons, driving the streets looking for 'girls' like me, wanting a world of sissy, to be 'nancy'.
