They held each other and kissed, deeply, they talked quietly, about nothing, about how they felt, about each other. They held and felt and stroked eac... other’s bodies, tentatively, shyly, their hands never straying into the most intimate areas–not yet. ‘I love how you hold me, Charlie. I feel so safe and warm.’ ‘I love how you fit my arms.’ ‘Mmmm. Me too.’ He found a spot on her neck, above her collarbone, that made her gasp and writhe when he kissed her there. He remembered it, and kissed. "Why is my body so confused?" I begged."Because you've been taking oestrogen for the last six months, but yourtestosterone is also in there, it's telling you you're something you'renot anymore. You have to let it go." But I don't want to, I want to be a guy again." I sobbed.Suddenly all sympathy Peter had disappeared. "Okay, that's it, I triedthe easy way, but now we're gonna have to do it the hard way. TomorrowI'm taking you back to the same doctor that I've been using for you forthe last six. There were four gates to the city. The one at the harbour was further protected by walls that led down to the river. This could be attacked but there would be more obstacles for the Habstner to pass. The northern gate was smaller though just as vital to our defences. It had not been attacked yet because of the low lying area before it and the one elevated road used to reach the it.This left two gates that would be attacked. I was no military strategist but it made sense that more of the men. "Sound advice. So, I was going to volunteer for the treatment, though tailored to my desires." Objectivity..." he began."Fuck objectivity...the results will be just as carefully monitored, and controlled," she snapped fiercely."Why don't I fuck you instead?" he nuzzled her neck."Best offer I've had all night. I'll have to be careful about it, though," she whispered, running a hand down his chest."You know, with those great...big...balls, I could get pregnant. Would you like that? Seeing me.