. but the shirts went through as a batch ... so did the boxers. Did I mention I was getting silk underwear? I'll bet I didn't. Amber insisted."It's me...that'll be wearing the undershirts, Darling. I love the feel of silk on my nipples."Which embarrassed the shit outta me ... but the tailor laughed.After three call ins the phone rang ... it was for me."Yes." David James Austin ... the third." I'm not the third but it was part of the confirmation."Yes, Gieves and Hawkes" Savile Row." At this. I was the onlywho had a major injury. Somehow a piece of metal from the car had pierced the area between mylegs, severing both my penis and my scrotum from my body. The doctorssaid that I was lucky that was all that had been cut, because the woundcame close to reaching the femoral artery of my right leg.While I was unconscious, my parents were given a choice. They couldattach what was left of my penis back on, or they could give me a sexchange operation and raise me as a girl, or they could. Ray nearly skipped delightedly, tripping over his words and visibly shaking from head to toe. Michelle wondered if she had made the right choice after all. A date was eventually settled on; she escaped the computer room with as much haste as she could, without it being, unseemly. ‘Aliens;’ ‘The resurrection’ did nothing for her at all. It was far too predictable and special effect driven to inspire her imagination. She though Sigourney Weaver was trapped by a poorly crafted screen play an a. Used the method I did to describe what clothing items I wanted to request. Shaking my head, I smiled again and ran my hands down the length of my trench coat, smoothing it over my bare legs. I wasn’t naked underneath, no. In fact my attire was probably more indecent than just a plain old birthday suit. I was wearing a surprisingly sturdy fishnet bodysuit, that was cut high to showcase my slim stomach and thighs but still tight enough to provide support to my breasts which swayed with each step.