A tear crept down her cheek. She realized now that Michael had never cared for her. She had cared for him, but she didn't think it was love. It had ne...er gone that far. She supposed he felt the same way. Maybe it was time to move on. But she thought they could have discussed it in person, instead of him casting her away like old shoes. Maybe he had found some willowy blonde Barbie doll type. All tits and no brains. Well fine. That's the type he wanted? Whatever.An hour after her bath, she felt. I'll leave it all up to you.Now let's talk over this contract that the agent wants to talk to us abouttomorrow, I think it might not be a bad idea for you, seeing you lovedressing up in real frilly and pretty outfits like a girly girl, itactually might be the perfect job for you. No one needs to know you'rereally a guy unless we decide to tell them, the only other person whoknows beside us two is your hairdresser, and she not talking. LOLWell, after that long talk with Lynn about how I feel. Not even pantyhose.When women are a distinct minority when it comes to numbers, you canexpect such things to happen. While at the bank, I had just about everycent that I had received from Femcorp transferred to pay various billsincluding paying on the farm mortgage. Which left me with only a littleto buy a few pair of panties with. For clothes, I raided my dead mother'swardrobe. Much of it was too big, and most of the dresses were more orless special occasion, but it still expanded my wardrobe. .. this,” he gestured at Justice, “is a good idea. I doubt very much she’ll take kindly to her brother being possessed.”“We will find some way to support her,” Alistair assured me. “We can talk about that later.”“So, Justice? What are your plans now?” I decided to change the subject, uncomfortable with dwelling on the effect Justice was having on Vander’s life.“Well, your Commander has explained the problem with the darkspawn to me. It was a darkspawn who injured Vander in the first place, and.