The children rescued from the infiltration attempts were healed at the healing centers and all were in excellent physical condition. But that did litt...e for their emotional trauma. They ranged in age from five to eleven years. Some had been sexually molested, most had been physically abused, and all had been traumatized. Two children had seen their parents killed and three had been addicted to hard drugs either at birth or later.Slowly, the children had warmed to the attentions of Julie Tibbets. . That was it. That was the exact moment when I knew I was a dead man. My heart skipped a few beats. I was frozen. My soul was no more. Steph hadn't left, she knew exactly what I was doing. It was obvious. The open drawer, the mess I had left. "Well?" She asked waiting for a response. Like I was in any sort of state to give a response. Steph paused for a minute "sit there and let me think what to do". All my fears had come true, everything I panicked about was to become a reality. I was fucked!. Bill nodded.Aunt Kayla, actually the original Iona's aunt, had been vital to my transition. She had helped me adjust to both my femininity and my powers. In many ways she was like a mother to me."Just my looks, right?" I replied.Bill nodded. "She says that it's totally reversible." Good. I'd hate to have to grow up again. Starting over at twenty-one was bad enough," I stated."Does that mean you're saying yes?"I smiled. "It means that I'm not ruling it out. I'd like to read those files and talk. .. Un-necessary Buffness!" "What?" I teased back. "There's no fouls! There's no rules! It's jut win or lose, mama!" I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots. "Foul!" Mom said again. "You can't point your smelly ass at me!" "It does NOT smell! Okay... it probably does... but.