” I am speechless as he pulls my skull cap to let my hair down. Ok, so I have never seen him before as my interactions have always been with the cou...ter where I deposit cheques with a Mr. Reddy, a 48-year-old slim athletic man who always greets me with an extra smile.Swamy probably sits inside the executive cabin. He pulls me close as his hands enter my shorts and start playing with my butt.My hand on the side still out of shock, he starts kissing my neck and makes his way up to my lips. He. What would have been forbidden or at least severely frowned upon when I wasa boy was now not only allowed, but celebrated. I could be "girly" if Iwanted to be - after all I was now a girl.And I admitted to myself that I wanted to be - at least some of the time,although I still wanted to be practical in my clothing choices.And after a couple of boys had approached me, I could also admit that thebig reason why I turned them down had to do with already having someone inMelody rather than a lack of. It is the question that you raised that has kept it from being issued. It will not be generally issued until that problem is solved." Well, Jorst, one thing does occur to me immediately. Can you put an adjunct into the pistol that will keep it from firing unless the user is wearing one of the circlets such as I am using to control this flying machine? If the circlet were keyed to some special brain characteristic of the user, perhaps only the rightful owner could allow the gun to fire.". As I try and move he presses back into my unconscious embrace, and makes a small sleepy noise.I'm shit scared and I try to pull away too quickly. He wakes with a snort and turns his head, long hair flopping everywhere to look at me."Mornin' pretty one," he murmurs, "You sleep OK?"I can't speak and I can feel the blush spread across my cheeks. Realisation dawns on him and he smiles. Draven snakes a hand down in between us and touches me gently. My back stiffens. Oh gods... His hand on me feels.