My clock went off at 5am and I rolled out of bed remembering the eventsof the day before. I seemed a little more use to the idea that I am awoman now.... I don't mean it was normal to me by no means. But I acceptedit just a little more and I was not as uncomfortable being so small andhaving to sit to pee.Since Nate's clothes and mine were both in the same closet I thought Iwould let Nate sleep till I got dressed for our morning run. So I lookedon my side of the closet and I saw what I evidently. After escorting me to the bathroom area and back, Sheena handed me my loincloth and vest. While I dressed, she wriggled enticingly into her cheetah skin and carefully combed out her hair. I could not help but notice that the comb Sheena used was modern, as was the mirror she gazed in as she arrayed her golden mane. She looked at me, eyed my unkempt hair and stroked the stubble on my face. ‘Come, Pretty, man.’ She had me sit in a chair and she combed my hair. It was not a style I liked but I was. “Rifle shot 4871” The door buzzed and she went in. The foyer was quite nice. Dark wood panel, soothing music and a lovely twenty something black woman at the counter. Sara walked up and said hello. The woman, who was dressed in a sleek silk kimono that showed off her nice cleavage in a sensual way, asked for her reservation page which Sara presented. She had been told on the phone that this was all part of their efforts to stay secure and private. The security was quite good. She and her. A way must be found around its capability to undo his past imitation art sales. He must gain this woman’s trust and use it against her. As for Ushia, she was amused inwardly that this supposed expert who had been verifying false objects as real for his brother’s art clients was dumb enough to believe such technology even existed. So the subterfuge began in earnest for both parties. ‘Of course, it is in its early test trials but we feel it has potential. We need a few pilot tests where it can.