They even checked I hadn't buried you under the concrete floor." Oh, Kevin, I never imagined anything like that. I really am very sorry." It's water u...der the bridge now, Lisa. We're divorced and both free agents, and to be honest that's all that matters to me now." You keep saying that. How can we be divorced without me knowing about it? I haven't agreed to it, and I still won't." You don't have to, Lisa. You deserted me."Once I'd moved back home I looked into divorcing Lisa. I'd got to the. Her wordsconjured images in my mind that I'd never entertained before.Thoughts of how a strong, handsome man might sweep me off my feet andtake me away to live as his wife. I would be forced to dress full timeas a woman, and every night I would share his bed wearing my silkylingerie. When I would go out in public dressed as a woman with myman, people would see me and never be the wiser that I was a sissy. Areal man's sissy wife. But that couldn't happen in real life, couldit?"If I'm really. At the same time, Dean, now Debbie, was musingthe same thoughts.They never made it as "boys," but they were something special as"girls."Chapter Two: Change Artists"I like the smell of your clothes," Dawn said to Marcus. "So manly."Marcus blushed a bit, and said sheepishly: "And your smell is so nice,too. I like the smell on me."The two had ventured out onto the porch, overlooking the lake: Marcusdressed in Dawn's pink and white summer outfit, and looking so much agirl, while Dawn was in his. It's just that what she saw in the peephole didn't seem to make any sense. At a glance he looked like a mid-twenties well-toned Caucasian male pothead without a shirt on. When you have decent lighting however he looks like something not even remotely human. His skin was a light shade of green like the underside of a leaf. The lines and veins of his skin looked more at home on a plant then an animal. His hair wasn't even hair; it was like a fern trying to pretend it was hair. Finally, what.