RANSVESTIA

Jason is sure that he has ceased breathing forever and that his heart has terminated all motion. He cannot move.

The covers are leisurely replaced and tucked around his bare shoulders at either side. Jason feels the sweet warmth of his sister's breath at his cheek. A finger follows the course of the tear down his cheek and wipes it away. A soft kiss is followed by a whispered, "Good night, little sister."

The door quietly closes and she is gone.

Y'KNOW GLADYS -- I THINK THAT MAN OVER THERE REALLY IS BUYING THAT DRESS FOR HIS GIRLFRIEND.

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