Lisele held me close and shushed me like a mother should. Like anymother would, except mine who had never held me nor comforted me asLisele was doing ...ow.When I had calmed down somewhat, she slowly removed my clothing anddressed me for bed, in a nice soft silk bed set of pale green satin.Not saying a word. I was numbly moved over to my luxurious bed and thecovers pulled back and I climbed in and looked up at her with apiteous face.I was still in a bit of shock at the inequities of life aboard. Well, through my research I hope to correct that little problem. But I also need to see if we can convert a genetically X-Y male into a true, genetically correct X-Y-X Hermaphrodite clinically, and without invasive and only partially successful surgery. Your transformation will take a little longer than most of the others, but hopefully it will take place jut like all the test animals and the computer simulations suggest it will. Over the next six months, you should be seeing some very dramatic. Maybe it was too soon for such intimacy; I'd been sucha complete bitch.Like old times she was painting my toenails in my bedroom. In this newworld I had already done hers, after some gentle persuasion. First,fascinated, searching for my Alex, I'd watched Lexia reach under herskirt to skim off her tights. With braided hair, mascara and subtlelipstick, my ex-boyfriend was self-consciously feminine.The cool lick of polish across my nails never faltered. "And you weremine," she whispered."It's. " Jack said nothing, knowing that nothing hecould say would do anything to make it better.Laurie sat for a while, contemplating the words of the man who had takenher son's face. Finally, she pulled herself together, and, lookingaround, said, "Wait a second, where's Bronwyn?""She's fine. I just sent her to-" Suddenly Jack's eyes went wide, andhe said, "Oops." Oops? What oops? If you've done anything to her!" Oh, no, at least not anything she can't handle. I just made a littlemistake.".