There was no genetic link to John involved, so it was fine. John did not know this, so I arranged for him to drink too much and end up having sex with...me. I then egged him on to have sex with the comatose Gloria; in the morning the poor innocent agreed to marry Gloria as he had deflowered her. I demanded the same right, at which point he gallantly, but stupidly, declared that he would do so gladly if he could, but it was illegal. I said I was sure it wasn't, and demanded he find out which was. "Oh my god, Joe, we hit something, a pickup truck. Oh my god," he said, emotionally very upset.Joe Mitchell was a conductor for well over 25 years now, and this was not his first grade crossing incident, nor his first fatality. He had developed an almost clinical regard for them- you have to.He picked up his radio"Dispatch, come in Amtrak 35," said the metallic voice on the other end."We just hit something at the CR-406 grade crossing. Train all stop, please contact relevant authorities, I am. I thought Mommight be slightly more likely to be okay with me being trans than Dad orCaleb -- but I wasn't anywhere near sure enough to tell her, or ask forher help breaking the law to get at the machine that could give me thegirl body I needed.As it turned out, all my scheming was unnecessary.==========My new short fiction collection, "Unforgotten and Other Stories", isavailablenow from Smashwords in epub format and Amazon in Kindle format.Smashwords paysits authors higher. Needless to say, i was dressed as you require while the other three were attired rather more modestly but still attractively - four girls out for a good time on the town. We found a table in the club, got some drinks and started to chat. After a while we started to dance with each other and had a few more drinks - very much as usual a these sorts of evenings go. Now, i have to say that i wasn't drunk, you understand... just merry and feeling a little mischievous at this point. Two of the girls.