When the pain was finally bearable I remembered that we planned a slumber party with a couple of my friends (and more on this in a later story). Two g...rls who were my best friends and the only ones who knew about my transformation were helping me in my sex change and we often had slumber parties.I realized I'll not be able to go today. I will miss the breast fondlings, the various lingerie we try on, talk about boys and sex. And suddenly I got an erection. Thinking about sex always turns me on,. Only they didn't understand us too well, and didn't quiteunderstand what they did. I'd had my hair cut to a short male length themonth before. When I went to bed on Wednesday it was perhaps an inchlonger than before the anomaly. When I woke up on Thursday it wasshoulder length. And that wasn't the big change. This morning I was awoman in my head. I wasn't leaning towards womanhood, as the day before,I just was a woman. I'd use the old cliche and say I was a woman trappedin a man's body,. I did not sleep with Cal anymore. He was usually drunk by eight o'clock, so I just let him have the master bedroom on the ground floor and moved to a bedroom upstairs. That way he would not stumble on the stairs and break his fucking neck when he staggered to bed.My eyes seemed to be deceiving me, but out the window I saw Paul Dirk fucking someone by the pool on a chaise lounge. I grabbed some binoculars from my closet and looked out the window from behind the curtains. It was a horrible. A primal beat. The rhythm of two bodies heaving and thrusting together.The bard played. I had seen no sign of Ultionae. I had hoped the bard would have been crushed by the rocks. He and the mage were the most dangerous members of Angela's party to my sisters and I. The bard knew our weakness.He was a filthy changeling. Even if he hadn't been trained by the bardic college, he would know seduction. Of all of Las's children, the race of changelings were most like their father, driven to seduce.