Why would they resent us!? We asked and we received no answer.... The days went by, turning into week, months ... years of constant struggle, hardenin... our bodies, making us more rigid, filled with intent, leaving no trace of our compassionate love. Taking away our joys and replenishing them with hatred and desires of vengeance. I had lost track of how long this war lasted, it became a blight upon that blissful paradise, creating only death and decay in it's wake. I took arms only in defending. I straightened when I stepped out of the shuttle and onto the deck of John Wayne. The bosan’s pipes called for the ship to come to attention and I shook myself and continued across to the senior sergeant standing at attention. He saluted and I returned it, “Private First Class England reporting Sergeant.”He smiled and gestured to the foot prints on the deck, “Take your place private.”It was a relief to get out of my dress uniform, even if the sergeants made sure to let me know I was not. "I wonder if he dresses?" I whispered softly.He got down to the end of the aisle and u-turned. I once more bent to my task. I had my day, well, my 3-day weekend planned: shop----return home-f--lip the switch on the iron I already had set up---carefully press my new lingerie purchases---thoroughly organize them---dress and posture the afternoon away in front of my mirrors. I'd then pet my hamster, my xhamster, revisiting My Favorites before I'd retire to our bedroom where I'd penetrate myself. Ul’sses licked at her neck, his big lips, nibbling at her jaw. “Ul’sses,” Mi’elle whispered.“Please go. Know that I’ve always loved you,” Ul’sses said.“I, I love you too. You’ve done so much for me, helping me, saving me,” Mi’elle arched her back, offering a breast to Ul’sses. He licked and nibbled at it eagerly.“I’m so sorry for keeping this a secret. If you knew I was a man, I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to be your horse anymore,” he admitted.“No, no, I’m sorry. I should’ve found.