My sisters seem to have an endless capacity to transform every Greek or Roman root for two into some new combination of syllables that exactly describ...s their motivation for putting on a dress. Perhaps this is done in an effort to communicate just exactly who they are, where they're going and their political stance as they travel, but I rather suspect it has more to do with being able to put a label on the other person for our own comfort. I find it all very confusing. Perhaps we gender benders. Every girl I asked out my senior year had some sort of excuse as to why she didn't want to have sex. I felt like I was the most unluckiest guy in my class. Here I was eighteen years old looking at a woman in her early forties and she was trying to get me worked up. At least it seemed so to me.Once we got things arranged Paula offered me some money. I remembered what my Dad said and I refused her offer."There must be something I can give you."My mind was racing as to what I really wanted, but I. Even the inside of his teeth felt different as he ran his tongue along them."Oh my god!" Steve said as he grabbed his throat, startled at the high-pitched soprano voice emerging."I didn't expect you to do this! Don't leave me like this standing here naked!" Steve said."Ok sorry man"James pointed to Steve and thought of the clothes he would like to see on him (her?). Unlike the body transformation, each item of clothing appeared instantly on Steve. James gave Steve sexy black lingerie including. Then she could tuck and role into the room next to her. Beyond that she had no plan. The sun was beginning to set. It seemed like forever before the carful footsteps crept up the stairs. Maybe three guys, Rachel guessed. The first target came into view, Bang! He went down screaming. She had been a bit off center, wounding the side of his head. His friends halted their advance to tend to him, causing more long moments to slowly creep by for Rachel. It seemed to take forever before the men got.