I wonder what my ass looks like in this skirt. I bet it looks amazing.I feel like a model walking down the street. I flip my hair back withmy hand.Oh,...look at that. I have nail polish on. And long fingernails.I think back. Melissa never used nail polish! And certainly not rednail polish. I look at my fingers more intently. They look incredible.It's actually a beautiful New York spring morning. Buds are starting tocome out onto the trees. The air is fresh. I hear birds.But something is bothering. ”“Yes, Sir.”“Admiral Gains.”“Yes, Sir?”“I know it sounds rather convoluted, but you’re my chief of staff.”“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”“Barbara Gains.”Yes, Sir?”“Until we reach my home and my wives you’re my uptime adviser and anchor.”“I’m not sure I understand.”“You forgot the, Sir,” Grant laughed. “It basically means you’ll keep me from doing something stupid and putting any of our uptime people in harm’s way needlessly.”“Aye aye, Skipper,” Barbara responded with a happy smile. This was a dream. I was helpless as the space prevented me from going further without dropping the things I was carrying. Even more disconcerting was the comments, like looks like we have a nice juicy butt to play with here and bet you're a randy little fucker when your hard. I tried to ignore the comments, until Rachel said "tell you what, give us a kiss on the cheek and I will let you pass!"I failed to see the wink, she gave to her friend. I thought ok; where is the harm in a little peck on the cheek if it. I gasped as I saw how I looked. She smiled and said "I'm tired and I'm going to bed, see you in the morning Natalie!" She gently opened the door and let herself out, leaving me in her bedroom. I slid under the covers feeling so content, feeling so happy. I knew that in the morning I would have to go to my own room and dress in my boy clothes again, but maybe Natalie would let me do this again. My eyes got heavy and I drifted off to sleep, repeating to myself, I want to be like this forever, I.