I could feel it on my belly. He tried to play it off and spoke some of the first words in a few minutes. “How long have you been dressing up like a ...irl?” “Not long.” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. He said, “Well let me see you.” I stood up and showed him. My eye shadow had run and made it look like I had black eyes, but everything else was in place. “Well, I have to admit,” he said, “You make one hot slut.” I was so excited to look good and a little relieved I did not seem to be. That might be difficult. ‘This is what I came to while analyzing the situation. If the homecoming scenario – and me being fucked – worked and Jeff performs with Millie tonight, that will end it. My decision will be simple and, honestly, I will be pleased. I really hope that it did work and I will have made both of them happy. That will satisfy me professionally and personally. ‘On the other hand, if it failed again or is only partly successful, I definitely will try again with the same memory. ” He wrote. How he know my name? She thought. He works fast. She just noticed him today. “How do you know my name?” She asked.“I got connections. I asked your supervisor. If you don't mind.” He said. “I don't.” She looked over at him. Interest was peaked, but she's not interested in getting attached or setting up a relationship. If the conversation went well then she'll think about turning him out. If his head isn't right then she'll send him on his way. Pass him on to someone else. “How are. Sheba had not only been smart but now had Eric's brain, body and instincts to use. Eric in the meantime was forced into Sheba's body and life and it was harder and harder to think as clearly as before and her human knowledge and former human personality was slipping away. Everyday she was more Sheba! Eric vaguely remembered the doctor saying that two months was close to the outside desirable limit for a human to be a dog, that's the animals brain couldn't contain all his human knowledge for.