She looked at me, and smiled faintly, as though she knew me.I quickly looked around to see if I was being set up for a crime. There was still no one a...l the way to the horizon. There was only the woman and me. She aroused in me both desire and fear of the inexplicable. Part of me wanted to keep walking. Then I considered that if she was dangerous, it would be dangerous of me to turn my back to her."Excuse me," I began awkwardly. "My name is Bill. May I talk to you?"She nodded."I am a decent. You see them all the time, these tortured souls who are just too MANLY to pull off a transformation! They stumble about awkwardly in their high heels and ill suited wigs, with 5 o'clock shadows on their manly jaws - making a mighty - but totally unsuccessful effort to be the woman of their dreams! I pity those the most. The average married or otherwise straight male is turned off by them. Men know that to find a pretty and girlie tranny, they have to go to clubs and bars that cater to that. I was thinking of going out there on Sunday afternoon. What do you think, Kara?”“It’s worth a try,” Kara replied. “We have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You’re willing to do that even after what she did?”“We don’t know that she’s done it yet,” I said, trying to convince myself. “If she hasn’t, maybe we can stop it. If she has, then we’ll bring it all to a head and finish it off for good.”“It’s still a bright line?”“Yes. Dad thinks I’m overreacting a bit, and, well you know his opinion. I could not manage a single rational thought let alone focus on three. I did what my body desired and let myself become lost in this feeling he was giving me. As his hand slipped into my jeans I moved to give him more access, my legs spread wider, one resting over his. Wanton was never a word I used to describe myself until today. His fingers began to circle my clit and I melted. My right hand was gripping my desk keeping me anchored in the reality of the moment. My left hand roamed his chest..