..given everything I know, my guess is its apair of her panties. Surrounding the table are curtains of plasticsheeting... with pictures of her ex-husb...and, Dan, in his various stagesof feminization taped to them.Shit, the last thing you want a psychopathic witch watching before doingbad things is Dexter. An involuntary shiver goes through my body as Irecall some of the results from this table. Lets just say when her darkside comes out, my girlfriend can be a REAL bitch of a witch. It lookslike. She needed a movie mode, so her mind didn’t just freeze with fear! The men were calm, not saying anything. Trained and professional, all in smart jackets and open shirts. Obviously they had to be agents of some sinister government agency, who were after the aliens and their massive secret! Even the smallest was a good six foot, and big with it. They must have guns too - this was America.Claude cursed to himself. The messages between himself and Cyan must have been picked up. Of course! Merde.. I was, understandably,a bit shaken up and spent much of the remainder of my shift willing myselfto not change. I actually started to relax a bit on the way home andfocused on the road and the radio. About halfway there, I banged my kneeon the steering wheel while pressing the breaks, something that isnormally impossible for me. Confused, I looked down at my legs where Isaw men's dress pants where I had worn a skirt and pantyhose before. Ilooked in the visor mirror and saw the same man. ‘Mark rescued my daughter from losing a load of books last week, and things just sort of took off from there.’ ‘Wait, last week? They’ve been seeing each other for a week, and they’re engaged?’ ‘Jackie, I’m as flabbergasted at this as you are, but if it makes you feel any better, it’s actually been nine, no ten, I guess, days.’ Hmmm, at least I like Mrs Matthews’ sense of humor. ‘Oh, ten days, well that makes all the difference in the world! And sure, I’d love to come. This has got to be the.