"You're not that any longer. This is a fresh start in a new town, noone here needs to know about your past," Elliot replied."That addresses the situa...ion with who I am but not what I am," Poppysaid flatly."What are you? You are a beautiful, kind, considerate woman who I amdeeply and unashamedly in love with. You decide who needs to knowyou're a trans woman but the way I see it it's no one else's business."Elliot sighed."Wait... go back to that part about being deeply and unashamedly inlove,". But he doesn’t seem to get the point. The dog, with his two heads, comes up and licks her face, rather affectionately and not at all slobbery.Oh that’s just disgusting.“What’s going on?” the witch asks.I don’t know, you tell me.“Where’s Clyx?”You really don’t remember anything?“I remember fire...”I think you tapped into that dark power your father warned us about. You seriously need some help. We have to find your mother.“I feel something...” the girl says, her eyes drifting toward the two. The other day we had to spend the night beside a brook. My sister took off all her clothes and went directly into the stream. She asked where I was. So I pulled it off my clothes and went with a semi-rigid dick into the water. "Hopefully he will not go back smaller" said my sister for fun. The water was not always so deep, so we often saw our genitals. She saw that I had shaved pubes in a stripe just like her. She said that my pubic hair still looked better than before. I was shy and said that. "He hates running."Flint was exercising on the bench press. She marveled at the weight he was pressing: one hundred pounds on each side. He was sweating, and his muscles bulged. She sucked in air, amazed that his intense masculinity affected her so much. Flint was more like Pops than David. Rugged. No, more than rugged — dangerous.He hadn't seen her, so she took a long moment to watch him. The scars from his wounds were ugly, but they didn't put her off. They were a part of him, like his.