"No, I'm not 'still a guy,'" I corrected her. "Mentally, I'm a girl like you. Always have been. I just need to have my plumbing adjusted so my outside...s match my insides." She broke into a genuine smile, "Cool! Are they going to cut off your dick and balls?"Another waiting patient headed for the door."No, they'll only cut off my balls. They'll save everything else for when they build my new vagina," I explained."Way cool! Kinda like recycling."And with that, out last remaining companion left the. I ran out the back door trying to find some where to hide. I looked up and saw three goons in front of me. Oh shit, I'm in trouble now I thought. I looked up again they were on the ground dead as a doornail. I heard a click behind my head and looked into the barrel of a big pistol. I knew I was done now. Suddenly a knife appeared at his throat and he was dead. That's when I saw you. I knew then, I had found my match. But you rubbed your fingers across my cheek and were gone. I didn't see you. Programming. I think Nikki's a savant. It's funny. She talked Dan 2.0 into setting up one of the obsolescent controllers at their house in Louisiana and she connected it through a firewall to the Internet so we can both access it. My Dan walked in one time and I'm curled up on the sofa with my laptop, Skyping with Nikki while we're talking about functions and calls and remote data inputs and how to get that poor old controller to accept a data stream from the internet and treat it like a remote. Karan was the last of Monica’s many boyfriends. He was an officer in the Merchant Navy and a decent guy. Maneesha’s parents found an ideal groom in him and readily married their elder daughter to him. Monica and Karan lived in a port city. They had come for few days, especially to attend the wedding.So the next day, the entire family – Maneesha’s parents, Monica, Karan, and Maneesha dressed up for the occasion. The first day was devoted to the Sangeet ceremony.Maneesha was dressed in a.