"Go ahead, Jenny. Why don't you say hello?"She then went ahead and introduced Jeff to Kimiko's sissy. The older,dark-haired sissy looked up a bit haug...tily from her magazine as Jeffapproached, perhaps the last trace of his former male persona. ButAlison could read through the "attitude" to the bashfulness andinsecurity underneath. The pansy measured Jeff with her pretty, made-upeyes, and then held out a limp hand and said, "How are you, my name'sJenny." Oh Jenny," Alison said, turning to Jeff.. No more, no less. Luckily, I was in the perfect store to help me accomplish that goal.Margaret and I quickly worked our way through the Victoria's Secret inventory. We knew, quite frankly, that I'd be spending a lot of my time in this body in our bedroom, so we took some extra care in picking out my wardrobe for those sessions. We decided that, for some reason, I looked much sexier in white lingerie than in black-something about the innocence of a white, lacy bra and panties seemed to suit my. I know what I want, I've known it for a while now. I know you still love Vera and I'm not asking you to forget her. I don't want to replace her in your heart either. There is room in that giant heart of yours to love again."She kissed him again, "Besides, that cock looked real good this morning."Brad held her at arms length and grinned, "Where did you learn to talk like that?"She hid her face in his chest, slightly embarrassed. They turned and looked out over the valley. They stood for a while. I thought that the signal thatthe reporter would give, nine taps on the door in bursts of three, wouldbe enough. I didn't think that my phone had been tapped. After an hour Iheard them. Three taps, and then another three, and another three. Iopened the door and the man waiting outside grabbed me and pulled me out,where another man in a white coat stuck a needle into my arm. I opened mymouth to scream out what had happened to me, but my vocal cords would notwork above a whisper as they strapped.