Chapter 8
by 
MoteDog
What happens next?
How Much of a Woman Can a Man Be?
Cas had trusted Kylie before. Back last week when she wasn't a under-penalty-of- law Nudist. But now she wasn't so sure she could trust...her? The crossdresser had admitted to feeling more like a man than the woman s/he liked to pretend s/he was. No, it wasn't just "like'. It was something greater, more compulsive, at the core of the identity. Their being. The registered Bachelor who had led the Lifestyle Options Seminar had used a lot of big words, but the prefix Psycho- had come up often. Was Kylie a psycho?
The beautiful man's perfectly madeup eyes couldn't keep from wandering back to Cas's exposed body, and especially her too attractive boobs. The crossdresser may not want breasts of her/his own, but it certainly seemed s/he wished to have hers, Cas's. This made her feel very uneasy.
And confused. Not only did she feel her nipples stiffening, but her clit. Was she responding to being checked out by a man or somebody who looked more like a woman. Was Cas Dell bisexual? Was she a psycho, too?
Or would she be embarrassed yet turned on by somebody or even anybody else? She had only been a registered Nudist over the weekend, and because of the chill, October wind, she had stayed in her small apartment after getting home. She hadn't gotten used to seeing herself naked let alone having anybody else see her stripped. Would she? Could she? Did she want to?
"No, Casandra Isolda Dell, you have to make up your mind!" she softly ordered herself. She could no longer afford to be "unpredictable". Her job and life depended on people knowing what to expect from her. There was no way she could survive being naked and homeless during the winter.
While she was trying to **** herself to be "normal" (naked but normal??), Kylie pressed the button that allowed somebody else into the still closed restaurant.
Who is it? What are they?
