“So you are telling us that the name means nothing to you?” Sofya asked.“It’s a code name for an ongoing operation,” Simon interjected.“By...the Enforcement Office?” Sofya asked almost triumphantly.“No, Healing Magic,” Simon replied deflating her.“When will we be told of this operation?” Sofya asked.“When I’m good and ready,” Rowenna stated.“Yet Enforcement knows?” Sofya responded.“They provide security for all Council operations,” Rowenna replied. “They are not however an answering. Maybe Mum did to.But now was the chance to reclaim my lost masculinity because I was off touniversity where I could go from wearing all these girl's clothes to beingboy again. I could stop wearing panties, bras, petticoats, pantyhose,dresses and heels and all the other trappings of femininity and be a normalboy again.Normal for a Goth anyway.I could have a "sex change" and be Julian again and stop being Julie orJoolz or Julianne.It was funny when I got to university though.Yes I took off my. The only concerns I had nowwere keeping enough clean clothes and finding a golf course wherever Idecided to spend a day.Cheryl and I had exchanged e-mails a few times over the years.Occasionally I would be in some kind of funk and find myself homealone. I would raid the closet and find something of my wife's to wearand then I would e-mail. She never freaked out, to her credit. I guessI shouldn't be surprised, I mean, it was sort of her idea that week Ispent at her house in her clothes most of. “Guys,” I exclaimed again! They both moved closer and I felt like my body was shaking so badly that I would almost fall down. The excitement and nervousness was rushing through me. “Jill, we are not going to hurt you, we’ll be easy. Just kneel down, blow us and we will be gone,” Rob avowed. What will they taste like? How big are they? Can I really do this, and what about Eric? All of these questions were flooding my mind. In that instant I decided to go for it. They were good looking, no one.