He pointed to an oriental sword on a stand and was saying how his father was an officer in the army and carried it in World War 2. He picked it up and...drew it out of the scabbard. "They kept these things razor sharp."Of course I had to feel it. "Can I hold it?" I asked."Be careful, it really is sharp."I was surprised at how heavy it was. There was a pattern of bamboo leaves showing in the blade. They were not engraved but rather showing in the color of the steel. He was explaining how the blade. ‘Oh, I see now. Another one of your Sissy parties.’ ‘Yeppers.’ ‘Scared the hell out of me for a second there.’ (Background) SPLAT! ‘You’re all a bunch of nut-balls aint ya?’ ‘Don’t be a meanie.’ ‘I’m glad you’re all there because I have a surprise for you I want to bring over.’ ‘Now?’ Splattity SPLAT! SPLAT! Muffled Phone. ‘Like, omigawd, stttooooop already. Sheeeeeeeesh.’ ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes.’ (Click). Tony hung up. SPLAT! after SPLAT! after SPLAT! They played for quite a while. People started looking at us with a stunned look, I guess because it was me first off and I was dancing with her of all people. But then all of a sudden they began to join in and dance with us and after a few songs she passed me to another girl and then I got passed off to another girl then I ended back up with her again. By then the song was slower so we were dancing face to face and she leaned in and whispered in my ear "are you having fun yet" and I replied oh yeah. So the party was coming. I do not want to be taken for a ride and I don’t want pity. Having money, of course, helps. It means I can go shopping at the specialised retail shops, I can get nice heels made which fit properly, I can buy latex again, I can start to dabble in makeup and grow my nails , maybe I could have a quiet word with some makeup artists and get them to become my beautician and skincare experts. Do I look into surgery to remove my lower ribs, do I want to form that female form badly enough? Do I have.