Its noontime andyou’ve just got out of the shower wearing a frumpy terry robe when I call. “Hello” you answer. “Hey Janis,I just wanted to cal...l you and let you know how happy I am that you’re here,” I say to you. We chat brieflyand you go to sit in front of the TV. You thumb through my DVD's when the phone rings again. It’s me, “I’m coming home.” “Why”, you question me. I respond, “I want to be where you are.” I pull up into the drive and you hear the key in the door. I enter to see you. One look at him and I wanted to rip his clothes off. Worse, I wanted to rip mine off, but I was trussed like a 19th century Chinese woman’s foot. For the first time, my restrictive undergarments really bothered me. Thank heaven for my Teddybear. Sean wasted no time dropping to one knee. By the time I had removed my bra, Sean was pulling at the lowest strings. I pulled off my shoes, but did not want to interrupt his work, so I stayed on tiptoe. The concentration needed for balance kept me from. The final pieces werethe page boy cut wig, in chestnut and the knee high black boots, whichhe loved as they embraced his calves.Downstairs Nancy, as Jeff liked to be known as, logged onto the computerand surfed the web, checking out TV/TS chat rooms, looking at picturesof transgender men and women and ordering some new clothes from the M&Swebsite. Nancy settled back after switching off the computer, listeningto some Ella Fitzgerald, and so it was that she didn't hear the backdoor open, or the. And the whore-prophet of infinite perversity, our beloved mental mentor of the hopelessly absurd spoke to his shameless slutty sex slaves from his dung-heap - "behold my beloved disciples of depraved depravity for I have been transmorphed into your existence from another not very distant alternate reality in order to reveal unto thee that a sheep is a sheep no matter what gender that sheep was born to be and just as a fish is a fish and a platypus is a platypus - gender matters not to these.