My guts and hips were also aching sore. I couldhardly move; largely because my legs were strapped together just above myknees. After a little while a ...nurse came in. I started to ask questionsbut my throat was sore and my voice came out all squeaky and in a highregister. Even when I was fully healed my voice seemed different as if itwere now higher than it had been. The nurse was considerate, but did notanswer any of my questions. She called me "Rose" which didn't seem rightas I was sure I had. I'd get picked up in a limo and taken to a hotel suite where I'd finally get to meet Emily and we'd be served dinner. We'd then just sit back on the couch for a few hours and watch a few movies or TV (I actually picked out a bunch of things she was in so we could at least talk about it), then she'd get picked up and taken home by the Limo and I'd get to spend the rest of the night in the suite.I became more anxious as the limo took me through the city. I wasn't quite sure what to wear so I wore. Mom must not have found any bugs on his head cos her hand went under the sheet, probably to see what he was scratching at. She must have found one but was having trouble catchin' it because her hand was going up and down real fast. You had to feel kinda sorry for old Mr. Jackson, there he was trapped in the chair with my Moms jugs still in his face and her hand going crazy between his legs. "Oh Nikki, I think ya got it" he mumbled. And Mom sure must have caught it and squashed it too cos the. He carefully listened to my remark and answered in a calm tone: "If you two agree to this - you certainly will be a boy. You will be my boy, and she will be my little girl. But that doesn't make you gay or any less of a man. You have free will and you are free to verbalize all your doubts and fears to me. I will take them into account. This doesn't mean that you will control what we do together, though. You might end up sodomizing your girlfriend on my orders, but you may find yourself in front.