For your sake, anyway. And it turns out that it doesn't matter too much. We're getting reports all over of women showing pink cells. That means two th...ngs - plenty of research material, and there's other men like you out there." How many? A lot?", I asked, eagerly."Why so interested, Jack? This sounds personal?"I explained some of the circumstances of my new family. Leaving out the identical-twin aspect, of course. Then told her about the sexual treadmill that they were planning to put me on.. She undoubted converted Joe into a fast friend for life, but I wouldn't want to be inside her skull tomorrow morning. That stuff is lethal — even in small doses.Driving for either one of us was way out the question, so getting her to her motel was going to be problematic. The simplest solution was to take her back to my small place, a old two story house that had been subdivided into three separate rental apartments via much jury rigging and lots of ad hoc maintenance performed by apprentice. I felt rathernervous - maybe even a bit sick to my stomach - as I picked out myoutfit. I had briefly considered looking for some boy clothes to wear,but realized that was just stupid. The whole point of seeing Dr. Robertswas to cement my life as Jennifer. And besides, my old clothes wouldn'tfit me now anyway since I had lost so much weight -- and I'd look prettyfunny dressed as a boy with my lovely mane of soft red hair. So I workedmy way through my closet struggling to find the right. There was blood stained on the satin sheets.Unable to see who had entered the room, Dave slowly rolled over,grimacing in pain as he revealed his face from behind the wig. Smudgedand blotched in patches, the makeup, which he wore, looked monstrous anddeformed by an excessive amount of burning tears. He looked like adistorted jester with his pink lipstick smeared over his chin andcheeks, his eye shadow darkly drooping and tearful, with his charred,and cracked foundation that looked ever so.