If he makes the wrong one mad, they could all end up dead." You know, Ab, it wouldn't bother me too much if that happened to the adults. They're old e...ough... they've made their own choice. It's the kids I worry about. There must be nine or ten of them." Yeah, I know. There's not a lot we can do about it, though. Anyway, I got you a fair amount of lumber, and although you didn't mention it, I got you a couple of kegs of nails as well. I hope it works out for you." It couldn't have come at a. "My name is Rebecca," offered the girl enthusiastically. "They told me that you will be my roommate when you get out of solitary. I can't wait. The cell gets so lonely." "I can't wait either," admitted Larissa, pulling her hand back through the bars. "Well, I've probably taken too much time," reflected the girl sheepishly, "but it was wonderful to meet you." "I hope I'll see you again soon," ventured Larissa, beginning to feel a little depressed. The girl left the room after. ."Barry stood back and watched in wonderment as his wife stumbled to the couch. She was doubled over, more with panic than pain, and so he was prevented from getting a good view of her metamorphosis, but she was definitely changing. Her long hair was retreating back into her skull, but the rest of her body had hair growing all over it. She seemed to be swelling a few inches in height, and the buttons of her pyjamas began to show signs of strain as her shoulders broadened. She was making. Our next little story concerns what some would call transvestites. These were born male, but felt so much more comfortable dressed as women, the more flamboyantly, the better. One such "fellow" found the perfect job at a bar where the "girls" performed for the patrons, often lip-syncing to popular songs. From now on we'll just use the terms girl, or she, or woman. That makes it easier. Our special friend in this story was a girl who loved to do her own performances, not lip-syncing but doing.