I can arrange it so that your story will come true.It will be the last fictional story of being a woman you'll ever haveto write."What does that suppo...se to mean?" Alex thought as he felt a tingle inhis crotch area. When he looked down, he notice the waist band of hispantyhose seemed to disappear into his skin. "What this?"She turned back to the computer screen. You should now start to feelthe process take over you. You love writing TG stories. You will now beliving your last one. I hope you. I’m single. I mean, who would want a grown man that hasn’t been able to always control his own bladder for a couple of years now and my doctor doesn’t know what’s wrong with me.”“Hey now,” she said and pulled back to look at me. “Don’t put yourself down like that. Your bladder control doesn’t bother me. As a matter of fact, it turns me on that you can’t always control it.”“Really?” I asked as my brows furrowed.“You couldn’t tell?”I sighed. “Look, Jennifer. I’m just going to put it all out. Yet, encouraged that he received a response from her at all, undaunted by her negative reply, he continued. ‘She loves me. She loves me not,’ he said undiscouraged by her words. ‘I will never fall in love with someone like you, Stephen. Look at you and look at me,’ she said sitting up taller, while waving her hand down, as if she was a model displaying a showcase on the Price Is Right. ‘She loves me. She loves me not,’ he said with steadfast perseverance. ‘Being that today is Valentine’s Day,. It condemns me as a whore in my own society. In my mind, it marks my first love as a woman." She blushed. "It's too big a commitment to not make it worthwhile. So as they say in your country, you play the game right, you're likely to get pretty lucky tonight sailor."Darryl almost choked on his champagne, so unexpected was this last statement. Concerned, she rushed to his side and patted him on the back. "Are you all right?"Cough, cough, gasp, "Yes, I'm fine; you just surprised me." I'm sorry.".