Around the perimeter of the room were some old, soft, overstuffed sofas and dozens upon dozens of soft, fluffy throw pillowsBut it wasn't the furnitur... that immediately caught my attention. No, what caught my attention were the girls. Eight girls, sitting on sofas, reclining against pillows, lying on the floor... ... all dressed in white, diaphanous, flowing nylon and lace nightgowns."What's going on here, girls?" I repeated, concerned."What's the matter, Mr. Michaels?" asked Janice, one of my. I had always understood the concept of a man doing what he had to do, of standing up for something and believing in something. I just never saw much of it.I thought about that a lot in my fantasies about Adam. About how I would conduct myself with quiet dignity, all in black, at his funeral. The grief stricken but understanding widow.I made a conscious decision to 'go after' Adam when Maxx dumped him and I knew it was permanent. I began to have incredibly vivid and intense sexual fantasies. MBK is a shopping paradise, and itdidn't take long for me to replace the male clothes and personal items Ihad lost the day before. Of course, it was impossible for me to replacethe female clothing with Dao around. I regretted the loss of the wigmore than anything, especially as it had been Alex’s originally. Therewould be opportunities to go female shopping in the future, probablywith Nin’s help when she returned. I told Dao I would be meetingsomebody for lunch so she arranged for my shopping. He'd wear flats instead of heels, too, so hewould not overdo it. He was a girl; he wasn't a runway model.He walked slowly down the stairs, the fear in his heart giving way tothe excitement in his soul. He reached the bottom, and turned .... andalmost ran into his mother.Elizabeth Turner looked at Andrew for a long minute, up and down, takingin the image of her child. Her son, her only son, stood there in a skirtand blouse. Hw even stood femininely, with his hand on his hip.Elizabeth.