"What do I do now Grandma?" asked Steve.His Grandma looked at him with an icy stare for a few seconds and then eased back to a friendly genial demeano...."Up the stairs to your usual room Steve. Someone will come up and explain things to you." said his Grandmother closing the front door as he entered the foyer of the house.Steve walked up the wooden stairs to the landing at the top. The room he usually stayed in was on the right at the head of the stairs. He opened the door and walked into the. (Tigger) What is the definitive Stephanie Theme?(Stephanie) Theme? Batman! (Only joking.)(Tigger) Seriously, what are you trying to tell us with your stories?(Stephanie) That accepting the masculine and feminine sides of yourself is best for you.(Tigger) You tell it well!(Stephanie) I try to avoid stories where characters turn into bimbos! (Though I have done that!) The worst story I ever wrote was the "Womanizer", an SRU story, in which was little more than bimboing some poor guy. I like to. My Dad was a mild spoken man. He never yelled at either my sister or me. After the senior kicked my ass he took me to a camp about forty miles from home. I lived there for three weeks. The brothers who ran the camp were friends of Dad’s. Dad told the school I was off to my cousin’s farm to help out while my cousin recovered from an operation. They spent the three weeks teaching me to fight. Not karate, judo or any of that fancy stuff where you get a black belt. They taught me one thing. End the. . use me. Otherwise you wouldn't be doing this..."The scene changed again, and she was lying in the bed at the special facility where she was spending the night – in a very special bed – being watched over by the same young man who had been with her the night before.Only now it was me in the lab coat, talking to her as I checked over the last of the wiring. She was obviously surprised at her surroundings."Dreams are funny things, Sandra, and you can have more than one at a time. All I did was.