"He could be," Doranthe agreed. "But I don't see why he would bother, since not all of us cross over. The cold season doesn't really trouble us that m...uch. The herds will be gone, but there would still be plenty for us to live on. We've got stored supplies, plants, and all the wild animals we need to eat. We cross back and forth mainly because it's always been our custom. The only thing that he would gain would be to improve his people's morale. The northern half of Gardhe is looked on as The. . "Okay, downtown it is..." I thought to myself, and turned to my right and set off.I'd only walked down a couple of blocks before, 'Fabrico DeAngelo', caught my eye. The stooped, grey, kindly old Italian man in there was very helpful."You wait, I get a measurement."So I did wait, and did get measured up. An hour later I was standing looking in the mirror at myself thinking, "fuck, I don't look half bad in a decent suit."The navy blue jacket was a perfect fit and the matching pants felt like. "Have there been any noticeable effects so far?" "Oh, definitely. I think many of the men here are a bit less masculine than average anyway, once again due to my hiring practices. But I have seen a lot more feminine gestures and movements among the men. Many keep their knees together when they sit. I have glimpsed the outline of a bra underneath the shirts of one or two, and evidence that some are wearing pantyhose underneath their pants. A few are even wearing clear nail polish. The. "Here you go," she puts the coffee on the table. "Anything else?" she asks him. "No, I might need you again a little later." He smiles and goes back to his reading. "I'll be in my office," she tells him and walks out of the room. I look at Trey. I can't believe what I just witnessed. She just blew her boss... He's using her as a cum dumpster... And she's letting him! The light comes on in another window and with Treys cock still in my hand we quietly move over towards it. I have to make sure.