” He said he wasn't ashamed or bothered what people thought. I agreed with him as I wiped my brow with a towel and said, “Well, you’re very luck....”“Why?”“To be so hung.”He chuckled and shook his head. “When I was married, she didn't think so.”“Oh,” I said. “Well, I’m done now.”“It was nice to meet you, Lindsay.”“Likewise, Ray.”As I walked away, I wondered: How hung is he? I turned and said, “Hey, Ray, wanna get a drink?”“I wanted to ask you the same thing,” he said, “but I wasn't sure I should. It's a TG story. So of course, Ientered my own name ("Ed Miller," for those of you keeping score), andre-made my body into a sexy, female one. Not quite as big-busted as someof the bodies in my stories, but an occasional dose of realism doesn'thurt. G-cups on a skinny, 5'1" frame are still pretty damn big. Stopcomplaining! You're not the one that has to carry these things around.After the transformation, and the inevitable masturbation to helpacclimatize me to my newly female form, I went out. There were three other couples in the place, but Pammie was the sweetest so naturally she attracted the ugly flies. The tall skinny goofus, who carried a baseball bat, took a lookout position in the center of the room where he could watch the front door, but didn’t. Instead he was fascinated by the antics of Dumb and Dumber in the “Pammie” zone.I never go anywhere without “my little friend,” a compact Glock 29 holstered in the small of my back. I could have dropped them all with that but then. “Very well, if you must know. The sauce sort of made me think of this old one. ‘What’s the difference between parsley and pussy?’.Abby gasped, her brother had just said pussy at the table, in front of their mother. True, Riki had practically egged him on, but still, that was a rather rude word for mixed company. Turning to her mother to gauge her reaction, she was surprised to see her smiling and not saying anything. “Wha??” she asked, the word blurting out before she realized it made her look.