’ Iggy smiled at one of her lovers. ‘Mmm. Can do.’ The latina reached down as Iggy left and plucked out a thumb drive. Starting to set everyth...ng to record, she popped the button on her pants and shimmied out of them. ‘This ought to be good.’ *** ‘That was good, but we want to try something different.’ That was Carmella’s voice coming over the intercom. ‘Fine whatever.’ There still a level of attitude in Nicki’s voice. It only got higher as Iggy strolled in, her voice now a screech.. I was a cheerful and powerful personality.A long time ago...Then one day I came across it.There was a completely different me hiding in the mirror.And then I realized at a glance that the c***d was a girl, not a boy.It happened when I was 12 years old.Maybe it started then.I prefer skirts to pants.I like my makeup face more than my bare face.I prefer kissing men to women.And I like dick better than push.Everything became so naturally so.I don't project myself on the girl in that. "I'm going to be the Mad Hatter!" She grinned, reaching up on tip-toesand lifting down a large and bizarre looking hat which she plonked on herhead proudly. "The children at the nursery helped make the hat, didn'tthey do a good job of it?!" She smiled. I nodded."It certainly looks like the one out of the film," I agreed, noticing the10/6 label sticking up from the brim. Abbie looked like she might explodewith happiness and excitement. I loved Christmas, but Halloween hadalways been Abbie's. It was utterly feminine. It was all ivory lace and sage green. It was simple and elegant. He followed her into the kitchen where she was filling a crystal vase with water. She set the flowers in the vase and carried it over to and oak coffee table that was bare, save for a few books that had seen better days. ‘So how was your day?’ he asked when they left her apartment. ‘Slow.’ she answered with a sigh. ‘I only had eight customers all day.’ ‘Well eight is better than none.’ She laughed and.