"But.....its Valentine's day, I thought we could spend the day together, like we have done for the past three years!" grovels Meagan. "I'll make it up... to you tonight, I promise. We can do anything you want, and I'll do anything you want," smirks Hope. "Tonight, I'm all yours." "It just won't be the same, based on the fact that I wanted to spend the whole day with you," Meagan says, as she turns around to wipe away the lonely tear that had escaped from her weeping eyes. As Meagan dries her eyes. Elvis wasn't really the beginning anyway. Well, he was, but he wasn't. But I'm talking about the beginning of transgender references in pop music. Elvis seemed perfectly content with a momma fixation, underage girls, and myriad other strange preoccupations, none of which seemed to have anything to do with women's clothes.At least wearing them.The closest you could come to back them would be Little Richard. I'd put him in as the first glam guy though. He was so far out of it, he came across as. I can clearly see his thumb next to the pink head of his dick. They look to be about the same size. I look up and Mr Walker has a huge smile on his face. He is looking past me and removed his hands from his growing area. Letting the tent in his hospital robe spring up and hit his stomach with a thud. I turn to look at what has his attention. Just to see his smiling face in the glass of a framed picture no further the two feet behind me. Then it hits me as I look back at the image on my screen.. The severe looking matron with big breasts pushing outher blouse noted the new apprentice's responses on her checklist. "So, um, Tiffanny, youv'e never worked in a law enforcementor penal institution, is that what I understand?" "Yes ma'am, I mean, no ma'am!" "And you know this is a femrule prison for recalcitrantmales who have been charged with sex crimes?" "Oh,um, I didn't know that actually. What kinds of crimes?" "Well," the matron smiled, "actually under the current laws,its.