The masks and shit. Sorry for being a weirdo about it.“Stop. It’s fine.”“Okay ... Oh, I have an idea for your song, by the way.”“What’s ...hat?”“For the new one. Masks.”“Oh, I don’t know about that one,” she lamented. “I’m tempted to throw it out.”“No, I think it’s good, really. What I read of it, anyway. Sounded like you were, like, a mask-maker in the song?”“Yeah, something like that. It’s dumb.”“I hear an upbeat, edgy kind of thing. Kind of pushy, like you’re trying to sell them to people, a. And see those shackles hanging on those chains? Made by one of the best 'old world' blacksmiths in France. I must admit though that most of the leather goods in here I had custom made locally. Like this training table. Feel that." Mmmmm, nice work," I said honestly, passing my hand over the soft leather surface and admiring the craftsmanship. I also noted the kid leather straps woven into the plush, upholstered tabletop and imagined the possibilities."Thank you Roger, I knew you'd appreciate. She's the only one that always saw me as agirl." You're lucky to have an accepting sister," he said, smiling.-----------------------------------------It was on August, 31st that Emily woke up complete. Every other changehad stopped, but her genitalia were still changing. That morning, though,there was no sign left of her ever having been a boy. All she could findbetween her legs was a soft tuft of hair, covering the entrance to herwomanhood.Laying in her bed, she let out a sigh when she slowly. Béla touched them with her hands, pressing the hard nubs in with her fingers to make them relax a little.Beth walked toward her sister, loaded gun in hand. She could feel Béla's arousal and grinned evilly, knowing that her sister wasn't going to be disappointed in her selection. She walked up to Béla, noticing how her sister was playing with her hard nipples."Would you like me to take care of those for you?" Beth asked politely, indicating her sister's hardened little nips. Béla was breathing.