" So? Just do it," I said."I want you to promise me..." he started.I waited, but when he didn't continue, I asked, "Promise you what?" Promise me that...you will just sit there and think about everything that's happened since you met me. Promise me that you will carefully think about your answers to my questions, and that you will be honest with both yourself - and me," he begged."You're scaring me. What's wrong?" I asked, forcefully."Promise me," he begged.Something was seriously wrong if he was. They left and we hung around the sandwich shop a while longer and then decided to go see if Lisa had anything for us.She had three more lots for us to sign the paperwork and pay for, and she had sold the two lots with the ramp driveways, more paperwork to sign. On the 3 we had just paid her for, she said if we could get this one done she was sure she could sell it. She had some people interested in it but they did not want to do any work on it. We told her if Brice came in to tell him where we. My Mom Susan had apparently instructed the surgeon Ms. Emily who was hergood friend, to remove my penis and fashion a vagina for me in its placesince I was so effeminate and had no testicles. I now looked completelyflat down between my legs although they were covered up with bandages. Iwas told by Ms. Emily that she thought it necessary for me to have avagina; clitoris, labia and feminine breast implants to give me ‘C’ cupsize breasts, if I were going to lead a useful life!I later found out. "There's a clasp at the front. Unhook it and take it off."He doesn't have to be told what to do when they're revealed. He starts licking and sucking her nipples as Cathy sighs and gyrates against him.I really think we're going to do it! Do I need a condom? Love her nipples. I could lick and suck them all day. Shit, what is she doing now?Cathy steps back a bit, lowers to her knees and unzips his shorts."I think something wants to be let free. Do you think so, Jordan?" she says with a mischievous.