The hallway's dark and I don't bother with the light.

Mail on the floor I haven't dealt with. The kitchen through the doorway. I stand on the rug in my coat for a moment — just standing, just the quiet — and then I kick my shoes off. I stand there in my socks on the rug and just breathe.

Nineteen Minutes

Day 88 in chastity - 1:17pm

I was twenty years old, home from university, working three days a week at an internship that barely paid me and lying around in the garden with one hand down my shorts.

Not in a sexual way. Oh my god, obviously not! It was hot, the elastic pressed against the cage, and the cage itched. That was all.

Probably.

My laptop rested on the grass beside me with a graduate scheme application open and ignored. On my phone, the group chat was deciding which pub to start at tonight.

LUKE: spoons 7 then old red?

CHAPTER 11
I’d already met the neighbours, though. I was riding down to the surgery, not being driven, so it was a little difficult to stay in stealth. Anyway, I’d had more than enough of wearing binders. It was only drizzling on Tuesday morning, so I was in basic cycling tights, winter jacket and fleece hat rather than full-on waterproofs, which meant my shape was rather obvious. As I pulled down the garage door, I saw Thelma Moran dumping a rubbish sack into her wheely bin. No way out.

Part 12 Penny and the Penthouse

Andrew had given us Sam for the rest of the day. Sam was very happy to drive us around. He was still on a high after filming the last couple of scenes. I wondered if he may be a bit of a sadist himself given the chance.

Problem was that he didn’t have the body for this game; actually, he carried two bodies around of his own.

Once back at Sam’s place I set about making a bit of dinner. As we ate, I went over with Sam what had occurred with Sarah so that Sam would know if any questions arose. Since tomorrow was going to be my last full day with Sam we also discussed what the future might bring. Sam was very adamant that I come back as Barbara. He said that it had been the most uplifting time that he had had in years.

A summer spent with the girls at a fashion and sewing camp gives a boy a chance to discover his authentic self in a supportive environment.

I was sitting on a bench in the schoolyard with my friends Jenny and Patti watching a bunch of boys aggressively kicking a soccer ball into the wall.

“School will be out in two weeks and I am not looking forward to summer.”

Jenny touched my hand and looked concerned. “What’s the problem?”

We verified that everyone’s clothes were ready, the sole exception being that Victoria’s wedding dress currently looked like Mona’s.

We confirmed with the catering staff that our Thanksgiving dinner for 119 was going to be ready at 3.

We confirmed Jeremy was ready as best man. He and Arturo were going to arrive early; the hall would already be set up then, and Arturo could just take a seat, but Jeremy needed to be ready to be part of the procession.

Chapter 13 — “The Frozen Gate”

The wind had gone still.