Lady In The House Ch. 12

I was beyond consolation and lay there sobbing until Carmel helped me up and led me back to the shower room where she undressed me, showered me and dressed me in my prison fatigues.

She motioned to a shadowy figure over in the gloom, and an old trustee came over and led me back through the mess of de-construction going on in the rest of F Block, through the fence, and back to my cell in E Block.

The old trustee muttered to himself on the way over.

"It's fucking amazing how Steve gets these blokes to look so good when they're dressed up as women; if I can save enough money I'm going to get me some of that tranny snatch."

I fell on my cot exhausted and was asleep in a few minutes.

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A few hours later in the suburb of Newtown, Mike's sister Angie walked down a dark quiet street towards the railway station, the sound of her high-heels clattered on the pavement and resonated down the deserted street. She was in a hurry to get the next train home. Angie has a fourteen-year-old daughter, the result of a tempestuous but ultimately doomed affair, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible so that they could share dinner together and share their day.

Angie is in her early forties, attractive but a little larger than she would like to be.

Angie works in an office with a strict dress code, no jeans or casual clothes; all employees are expected to wear "suitable business attire," as stated in the company's code of conduct. It was only last year that they allowed women to wear pant-suits in winter for God's sake!

Not that Angie minded; she preferred to wear a skirt and jacket, and she was savvy enough to buy skirts, blouses and jackets that made the most of her assets. She was a big girl, but she wore tailored jackets that showed off her ample bosom without being overly trampish. She favoured tight pencil skirts which showed off her long sexy legs; with the hems cut not so high above her knee that it would be outside the dress code; and she also didn't want to reveal too much of her plump thighs. With the right shade of hosiery she could make her legs, her best asset she thought, look long and sexy but still remain dressed within in the bounds of decency.