I toldRachel the city where I lived and all about my job and she flirted withme and told me she loved having a sissy to train. Things seemed fine.She...started encouraging me to rub myself through my panties during ourchats. Kimmy was especially good at this but she would sometimesabruptly stop just as I reached the peak of my excitement. She would actpouty and tell me she really wanted to see my face with my makeup on.Until one day I gave in and emailed her a pic of me smiling witheyeshadow,. What am I? Am I a woman now? I got up out of bed and went into thebathroom again. The mirror in there wasn't full-length, but I could seeeverything from the waist up, I looked no different that I was yesterday.Not the least bit feminine. Then I stood on tiptoes until my crotch cameinto view. A triangle of hair and smoothness, no sign of a penis. Infact, there was a dimple which brought the phrase 'camel-toe' to mind. Iturned to see my backside and didn't see anything different either. . I think I’ve spent most of the past three years here and on Earth in various intelligence-gathering roles. It means I don’t get to see my concubines or my children as much, but they let me head home every now and then and I’m allowed to bring one of my concubines with me. I’ve got Avery with me this time. You’ll meet her later today or tomorrow. She’s about your age so she’ll probably fit in with most of your women.”“You have children?” Calix inquired in surprise. He’d known Octavia for about. Every year starting on Thursday night I'd shave my face and body, shower, then wear very short but loose shorts and a lightweight t-shirt with Nikes down to the Newport floodwall. At 10 PM guys would start returning to KY where I'd be waiting with a smile. I knew they were walking to their cars or the Travelodge a block from the bridge. The black men I approached were by themselves or in a group of no more than 3 and tipsy with lower inhibitions.I'd walk up to them and touch their arm or chest.