. or brother ... or sisters.But since I was riding in the Princessapality's limo ... the doctors didn't let me die. And at this very moment ... I wasn...t exactly sure I was grateful.My face was the reason the dividing curtain was drawn. It sure wasn't to keep me from looking at Wendy ... my neck didn't turn that far. Besides ... who wants to look at fire engine red hair, swamp water green eyes and an acre of freckles set against an alabaster field of skin ... with pink globes surmounted by. And Miss Lisa was on the cover of this mag, 50+ extra, Her arms either side of Her bulging bosoms and Her cleavage electrifying. I can’t remember the precise sequence of events but I’d done it in my pants before I got the mag to the counter. If the lady had been looking at me, I expect She will have seen my mouth drop open and my eyes widen as I gawped at Miss Lisa, and a gasp escape me. Obviously I’m not touching myself, just looking, and looking and looking, standing there and just ogling. “I’d like to stay around and give you a hand with the cleanup but...” Supergirl said as she remembered her now overdue appointment.“Nonsense,” Doctor Papolov said, his voice now containing an element of cheer. “You’ve done more than enough. I’m sure words are inadequate at this moment, but we are so very grateful for your help.”“That’s what I’m here for,” Supergirl smiled, borrowing a standard line her cousin used.“Nevertheless, I don’t know what we would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up just. I was 6'4 andweighed in at near 250 pounds, so I knew I wouldnever "pass." That fact never bothered me, as Ifigured if I was still a man down-stairs I should atleast look like one everywhere, even if I were a manin a dress.Slowly, I traveled over to the third door in my room,and entered my bathroom. There was a bathtub, ashower (with the plastic-like protecting door), and awalk-around closet, which I kept my "male clothes"in. There was along, 10 foot long mirror on the wallnearest to my room,.