She then closed the zip, up one leg,across, and down the other. All my male parts were now packed tightlyand invisibly under my fake female flesh. O...ly an expert eye wouldhave been able to distinguish the view from what one would expect tofind between a real woman's legs."Good," she said, standing up. "You should now find that when you needto wee, just relax, and it will flood out of your faux vagina. Ofcourse, it will spray - realistically - so you'll need to sit down, andwipe thoroughly. Only Alexander the Great had that fire in his belly like Napoleon and possibly Grant and Sherman in the final days of the Civil War. I had long suspected that Alexander was a time traveler like me and that he had the benefit of later conflicts to give him his advantage over less educated opponents.My wagon was lonely now because I had left my two Mormon girls back in the well-managed Mormon Church settlement just east of Salt Lake City. At first, I was distraught at leaving the two pregnant. "My Aunt and Uncle will be there," Jessica added. Then grinned. "Tim, too." Wow."Then it hit me. This was family. Family as I'd never had before.Family gatherings are full of emotions. Stories are told ... often ones you don't want to hear, again.Fortunately for me, this was Jessica's family telling them. My parents were late. In a way, worrying about them was good. It kept my mind off the presents that I had been dying to open.When they showed up, a lot of fuss was made about their arrival.. We were both getting hot and I had sweat rolling down my back. I took my sports coat off and hung it on the back of my chair. I checked my pockets. I had my car key, my phone and a wad of money from my wallet (which was locked away in the car). The girls had their phone with them and nothing else. No reason to carry a purse if no need arises."Excuse me, would you like to dance?" A young man came to our table and spoke to Amber. He was tall, curly hair and not bad looking. He was dressed.