I began to dream about being transformed again. I was able to recall the feel of the silky garment against my skin, the sensation of the nylons brushi...g against each other as I walked.I recalled all the women at the party who danced with me and rubbed my silk covered ass. "You feel like a real girl," more than one said, and I did. I saw the vision of the girl I had become for that night beckoning me, but that was Halloween. What would Lydia say if I told her I wanted to dress up again just for. If I were to choose a woman based only on her breast size, though, and I don't, I would choose a woman with smaller breasts.I sent her another email. I told her that she was to put on a dress, no underwear, and walk to the park that was several blocks from her home. She was to stand near the bandstand and wait for me.I promised her that she would not be harmed. I reminded her that it was I who dressed her and drove her home after she was unfaithful to her husband on Friday night. If I wanted to. Felix Arbuthson came up with another development. DDD had indeed been paranoid. His Admiral's Barge was hypercapable and had Renmark power plant equipment fitted. Some bright person in an architect's office had noticed the advertisements in prewar brochures for small fission piles and i/cs from Renmark and made a few enquiries of the agents on Old Earth. Yes, there were two on hand; no they had never been fired up; no one knew how, no one had ever expressed an interest, fission piles frightened. This was my project. I had conceptualised it and nurtured it. Now, at the time when I should be happy, I was scared. What was I condemning a population to? "Come on then son, talk to us," the Secretary demanded, although with a little more sympathy than he had offered General Cummings. "Basically Sir, what project Damocles is, is the destruction of a population which has been aligned against us for almost three decades," I said as I passed around the literature. "In the.