It did not help that Jerome was like a child in atoy shop. I thought he would never finish his selection of theold woman's gowns and underwear, and we... had to use a largertrunk than I had intended. At least it looked as if we would notnow need to carry it ourselves.I hid our pistols and gold at the bottom, next to the book. Wewould need it for changing back. The soldiers had even hadpicked up some horses which were harnessed to a small wagon fromthe stable. It was not a carriage, but we were. Silk and lace look good on you, Denise."Dennis resented her having referred to him as a "girly boy" and hercalling him "Denise" instead of "Dennis," as if he were gay or something."I'm not queer," he told her."Of course you're not, dear," she said, but her tone suggested that shereally meant the exact opposite of what she'd said."I'm not a faggot," he reiterated."I said you aren't, didn't I?" Becky asked."I'm no homo." I know," Becky said. "You're a cross dresser."Standing before her, in his. Her hot pussy rubbed on my thigh. “You’re going to fuck me on live TV.”“I am,” I moaned, squeezing her ass, loving the feel of her silky pubic hair and hot pussy grinding on my thigh. “So hard. They’re going to love you.”It still felt so surreal to me that my life had changed so much. This morning, before the sun rose, I had an interview with Dr. Rita Jones. She claimed to have a cure for any disease or injury: her magical futa-cum.The moment I saw her fourteen-year-old daughter fluffing that. A faint smile appeared briefly on his usually stern face."Attractive woman, wouldn't you agree, Officer Jones?" the sheriff asked coolly, his eyes never leaving Zach."Yes," the young officer responded, obviously clueless to the situation. "Very." Well, Mr. Morgan," the sheriff said, "it's good to see you recovering. I can't tell you how worried the family was. They'll be relieved to hear you're doing better."We need to get your statement about that night, Zach. Afterwards, I can fill you in on.