Thatmost phallic of weapons, he thought wryly. He wondered howSigmund Freud would have treated him if he had told his story tothe founding father of p...ychotherapy. His diagnosis wouldundoubtedly be female hysteria and penis envy, the worst case hewould ever have encountered. Amand would have laughed at thethought but the Nest gag was still in operation, apparently.Funny, he hadn't given it any thought all day. He had gotten usedto being mute. Having Lilianne around necessitated Lila keep. The terrain after Denver was mostly flat and reminded him of home. Funny how it had taken leaving, he thought, to realize that Fort Stockton and West Texas really was home.He didn't mind that he'd be taking a two-year detour to Northwestern Texas State University. It was Texas and he'd be only four and a half hours from home.The miles clicked by with steady precision.He crossed into the Oklahoma Panhandle and toward Texas. Seeing more and more license plates from home warmed his soul. Oklahoma,. And, of course, masturbated until I thought mylittle dick would fall off!Spring break was just about over, and it was time to change the littlegirl back into Michael. I showered off the lilac scent, scrubbing hardto make sure all the scent was gone, made sure all my diapers anddainties were clean and dry, and locked them away for the future. Theonly thing that didn't change was the fact that I kept using thedepilatory cream and lady's razor, and kept myself as smooth as a baby'sbottom. I. When he entered the pub, the noise hit him. It was ram packed, standing room only. Liverpool was playing and that always meant a full house. Kev was squeezed in against the bar, waving Adam's drink to get his attentionAdam squeezed his slim body through the throng of old fellas and scally boys, getting a few glances for his slightly effeminate looks. Kev grinned at him. "You'll be popular in here, hun." Making Adam blush as he shushed him.As the game started, the pub erupted into songs. Adam.