" Rosalie Annette Moore," she answered again without thinking. Sheblinked as she thought about it. That was the name she'd picked out,but the fact tha... it wasn't her real name was just a hollow fact inher head. She really thought of herself as Rosalie. It wasn't thatshe hadn't been Renton, it was simply the fact that she wasn't himnow."How does that make you feel?" The doctor continued."Fine. It's all true, isn't it? I mean I was different before, butnow I'm Rosalie and a girl. I guess it's. When Robin woke up the next time, other people were up and moving around and sunshine was peeking from around the curtains. Lifting her head, she could see she was one of the last ones still in bed. There were fewer people in the room then she thought she had seen last night, apparently some had already left. When she sat up she discovered just how sore she was. Her arms and legs were just mildly sore from all the dancing, but what caught her attention was her hips, pussy and ass. With the way. You know, when we first started we thought we would have problems in that area, but we’ve never had any. I don’t know if the full answer can ever truly be known, but I think it’s a combination of a couple of things. Certainly a large part of it, I think, is instinct. We may be living in the 21st Century, after all, but we still carry with us some remnants of our prehistoric nature. Way back in ancient caveman times, having children around was by and large a nuisance to the tribe. They were. They had a two room suite, Mike and I helped the skinny one to her room and then the bathroom as she thought she might barf. We stood there with her but she did not barf but she did start to remove her clothes, down to just her panties. She had a nice body and a real nice set of tits much to my surprise. We helped her to the bed, Mike and I both had raging hardons at this point and she must have noticed as she said she could help us with "those" and that she felt she owed us for helping her.