I was very excited to walk onto the wee set I had prepared for the photos...that sounds a bit grand for what was in fact a large white cloth. I had set up a couple of studio lights and I was now in my own little fantasy of being an actress posing for a photo-shoot. Sionis- Exactly. Dent went to get some files from the GCPD database, the computers there are still connected to the server. Don't know what he found, but he said best bet, he's at the cemetery. Got Freeze, Zsasz and your guy down there already. I can still recall how as a teenager I would shake with nerves at the prospect of anyone finding out I wanted to dress as a girl and to act like one. This became worse as I grew older. I did endeavour to suppress and ignore my transvestite nature and for over twenty years I had no involvement with it at all physically. I say physically because in my head it never diminished, I would be consumed at times with the desire to dress as a woman, I badly wanted to do it. I would force myself to squash such thoughts and try and get on with being a man. I would be lying if I didn’t admit I find this absolutely thrilling and rather erotic and I love the idea of a man desiring me as a woman and not realising I am really a man. I dream of having the ability to look like a woman and focus all my efforts into trying to get the appearance and I’ll try all the illusionary techniques and sometimes physical discomfort in pursuit of this aspiration. As it so happened he was actually in the process of arranging a meeting. The Priest felt that one more would be okay, but not to say anything to anyone else. The twin asked if her sister could come along. The priest had given her a quite long, thoughtful look, and after much ponderonce , reluctantly said ok.

At some point someone in the group started to admit to their big life secret and this was followed by another colleague admitting to his. The admissions began to pour out and some were quite heavy indeed, things people had feared to admit previously. Inevitably all eyes turned to me to confess my secret. I admitted openly amongst the noise of the ongoing battle that I was desperate to spend time dressing up and acting as a woman, I really wanted to be a female now and again that I was a transvestite and in my head adored the idea of casting off my masculine self and taking on a female persona for a few hours.

What makes you think that proudly standing there, p*ssing yourself in your boy shorts, is going to garner you any sympathy? There was no real garbage, inside, he answered a bit awkwardly. The detective pounced on him, what garbage was there then sir? He shrugged, and going to a waste bin, pulled out a small film canister. What were you expecting? That people would tell you to go ahead and wet yourself in public, in front of children and other innocent bystanders? Sionis- If, when we get out, and I hear that song, that damn song, on the radio... Someone's dying. I hate it.

My relationship with my transvestism is something that fascinates me greatly and is something I really enjoy analysing and on rare occasions get to discuss, I am completely fascinated by my transgender feelings. I do often question my motives as being a transvestite brings with it a lot of emotions and satisfaction, indeed a sense of fulfilment yet it also carries for me doubt and guilt and confusion.

They had had no way of telling time, and had thought it been about 4 days that they had been held down there. All three had been surprised that it had only been less than 2 days….