My mother and my sister also visited us regularly. First, they were shocked by my transformation. After a while, they got used to it and Cindy, my sis...er, always said she wanted to be like me. Andy felt sorry for them and wanted to pay for a bigger apartment, but my mother refused. He gave Cindy a present every time she was over and bought her heart like that. We sometimes even baby-sat her, when my mum had a date or something. Andy made Cindy laugh all the time, he was so good with c***dren. I. It was forbidden to store anything in them except issued standard items.“I utilize a subspace pocket inside my left sleeve. I can store any number of items there, only limited by the size that fits trough the subspace hole.”“Wow. That sounds quite practical. I doubt even Fleet has anything like it.”“I am certain they do not. It requires a different tech level as Humans say.”I somehow knew he didn’t want me to tell anyone about it and he only told me because I was his friend.”He simply nodded. It is for me, especially for the person I’m sleeping with.Yes, Sally sleeps with me in my bed, and I with her. Her bed now, if hours used defines ownership. She mostly sleeps alone, because it’s twenty four seven sleeping for Sally!In a used furniture shop, found this old, stout, castored, wooden,, never upholstered, bi arms desk chair. Purchased for te purpose of bathing an unconscious, non-ambulatory Sally. Polyurethane varnish and equipping it with seat belt and a foot rest, converted it to. " We all laughed.Finally, we wound down the "haven't seen you in so long" small talk, and comments on work, work, school (respectively), and I said I was exhausted from the flight (which was true) and should be heading for bed. They agreed it had been a long day, and without further incident I was ensconced in the guest room (actually the small den off the living room), and, despite how horny the whole situation had me, in the spirit of the solidarity that I felt with the two of them, and with.