" Replied the giant a little nonplussed, "So why would you bechecking out a store for trannies?"Sandie was a little embarrassed and hesitated uncertai...ly."I, - I, - was just, - just curious." Well be careful you don't bump into any more strange men, and wetrannies are reckoned to be the strangest. It might lead to something."Sandie giggled more as a form of defence than anything else for she wasat a loss for words. Fortunately the pretty boy came to her rescue. Sheobviously knew the giant and. “I’ve made you up the guest room so just stick your stuff there” said Katie. “We’ll see you in the morning”.After they had left Nathalie went to check on the toddlers who were sound asleep, made a sandwich, drank a few glasses of wine and got on her comfortable pj’s. They were made up of a vest and cotton pants with just a pink thong underneath.Then she turned to the videos. “True Romance, XXX, The Cell, City of angels… damn I’ve seen all this stuff she mumbled to herself.” Then she saw a few. He seemed to tolerate Jack Dawson even less than did Garcia.It was almost midnight when the big black Cadillac pulled into a hangar at a far end of the air field. Three men were awaiting them, two in mechanics' jumpsuits, another in street clothes. Only the man in street clothes spoke in Spanish as she was whisked into a waiting Lear jet. Drugged and confused as she was, she noted the exterior design as one of Alexander Calder's whimsical abstracts, not unlike those he had done for Braniff. But what if someone were to be suddenly gifted with the ability to create life-sized and realistic characters in the real world? Characters who, for all intents and purposes, were “real”. At least in function.What if the blessed individual with this ability could make more than one?Imagine such an individual sitting in their room, suddenly discovering that they could make a person, and for the next few hours would watch as the created avatar changed appearances in real-time. From short to tall..