Chapter Eleven
Home Alone
The drawers were full, the contents of the boxes carefully stacked and sorted, the dresses on hangers all lined up like a pastel rainbow. Shoes parked in a row and Simon sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the mirror in a reverie. Lost in thought as he sat naked on the bed, thoughts a confused whirl of excitement and terror. By his side were the numbered pots and sticks of make-up, draped from his fingers one of the latex stockings that caused a mixture of revulsion and lust.
His c**k stood rigid from his groin, his thoughts swam in a storm of s*x and trepidation.
He could not move, all he could see was the face that stared back at him from the mirror, the smooth nakedness of vulnerability and the one open drawer that overflowed with the girdles that wer
