Then together we will dispose of your old ugly male clothes, and say bye-bye to your old life. I will be giving you some special training to tear down...that old icky male thing, and build up the beautiful woman that you are in it's place. You will be dressing, behaving, and living at all times as a complete and very feminine woman, in private and in public. You're going to love getting used to wearing your new underwear and pretty women's clothes and shoes all the time, just like you've always. ”“Yes, Ma’am... 2400 dollars. I’ll be right out.”“Ranchester, Ma’am.”“Yes, Ma’am ... on my way.”I hung up and walked out to the RX-5. She was still there.“I can’t keep calling you young lady.”“Karen, my name is Karen Post. I’m 19.”“I’m not buying that.”“Would you consider 16?”“That’s more like it. Listen, Karen. I’m going to be taking backroads to meet a lady, then I’ll be taking backroads into Sheridan.”“So?”“I need you to listen to me. It’s important.”“Okay?”“In 1876 ... in June the Sioux. “If I’m going to try it, I need a sexy cunt like you to guide me no.” ******** Within 30 minutes we had left the bar and were at their apartment by the freeway. We parked our cars side by side in the parking lot and got out. The guy still had not said a word to me but just kept staring at my crotch with sideways glances. The little cunt whose name was Cindy locked her car and announced, “Let’s go start fucking.” To my shock, she reached for the hem of her. " Ok, I'll let Mel know when she gets back." There was a long pause. "Sorry, over."A new voice broke in, male. "Last calling station, what is your location and situation?" He sounded pushy and demanding to Marla. He repeated himself. After a moment he changed tactics. "Two-Three, what is your location? We can pick you up today." Hope flared, then died as Marla saw Eckerts reaction to the next transmission. "Two-Three, Answer me, This is Lt. Grose, acting commander of the third battalion.".