How do you do it?" The womanasked."I assume, like any other woman." But you aren't a woman!"That was a true enough statement. She was now practically ...a female tomale transsexual. She was not comfortable or happy in her body at all. "Iknow, but I try to be as womanly as possible. I must deal with this evenif I hate it. Is there any chance I can ever be a man again?"I don't know, I don't think we can reverse this. And, your son arrived.If you were to be a man, what would he think of it? Would he. Once he was fully embedded right up to his big balls which had to be nestling up against Jennifer’s pert bum, he stopped and raised himself up on his hands. Brett and Jennifer locked eyes. “Doesn’t that feel good?” asked Brett. “Yes,” said a breathless Jennifer. “Brett, promise me one thing please.” “What Jenni?” “Please promise me you will pull out before you come, please Brett, I’m begging you. I can’t get pregnant by you, James would divorce me.’ “Whatever,” was Brett’s. He'd beenthrough the struggle of reinventing himself.At the same time Jase seemed so much stronger than me. I was drawn tohis quiet reassurance; an attraction so strong it was almost palpable.And so we slept together from time to time even though we'd both foundother partners. It was good sex.My new girlfriend, Amanda, was a petite girl with a brunette bob, fullof sass and smarts and attitude. I met her at tryouts for the soccerteam. Despite her size she played at center back and delighted. Now that she was lucid, I didn't want to be as close to her. She stared at me, perplexed. "Honey...don't you remember what just happened?" I asked."What are you talking about? I was asleep in my bed. Why did you come in here and throw water in my face?" she asked, her voice rising at the end."You weren't sleeping, Cassie. You were walking around the house," Carolyn informed her. "Your dad saw you walking down the stairs, but you were acting weird. We both tried to get you to talk to us, but you.