I was an attractive man, but one that could never, even remotely be made to look like a woman, so why even try. And that is what my costume would be a...l about.I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I had hit most of the tranny stores in Manhattan and even some of them in Brooklyn and Queens in search of heels that would support my weight, tights to fit my thighs, a skirt that was right for my measurements, as well as a wig and makeup for my lips and face. Just enough to have put in an. The bullet hit the bouncer in the fleshy part of his arm, and I saw that the gun was an ancient Colt Pocket Pistol. Hell, I didn’t even know that any of those miserable excuses for guns still existed. The pistol was .30 caliber and currently considered a joke. Nevertheless, the gun could still kill if the shooter were lucky, but the range had to be less than about 15 feet.No matter what, I had to act. I drew my pistol with my left hand and said, “You are under arrest for shooting an unarmed. At the car one of them approached. "I'm Agent Kraft..." he said tome while flipping open a badge."Stacy," I said politely. "What can we do for you?" I'd like you to come with me..." he said."Not likely," I told him and stepped closer to my dad and grandfather."We can make your life very difficult..." he said, "we just want toinsure..." No, I'm not going with you, and I'll deal with you harshly if you pushit further," I added."No you won't..." he said. "You can't do anything to me or any of. He stopped part way, clutching his gentle fingers into a tiny fist. The rain began to cause his soft new hair to hang limply on his head and neck as tears began to flow freely from his eyes. "This has to be a dream..." he thought. "Wait a minute," his thoughts continued, "that was almost identical to what happened when I dumped her in the first place. After it happened, someone told me that that Ken guy showed up and comforted her right afterwards, so that means..." He turned to his right.