Anastasia Steps Out
With her neighbor's gentle assistance, Ana finds herself
Andi stood before the mirror in the secret bedroom of her condo, the soft light of the spring Saturday afternoon caressing his slender body. His emerald eyes searched his reflection, seeing joy tinged with sadness. On the bed lay a pile of lacy garments and silky stockings, not his usual male attire. The urge to dress as Anastasia was always strong, but today it was pulling him into herself. The first step was always a ba...