" It was too much for her and she went to her knees weeping. Gently, Janet and I lifted her up and sat her upon the couch.Calveen was shocked but tryi...g to adjust to the changes. Finally, he said, "This has been a momentous night. I think it best to leave you, Jonathon, with Janet and Linda for the evening. I will take the others with me tonight. We will see you in the morning. Breakfast will be in my quarters."He left with the others. Janet, Linda and I talked for a while and then went to the. An hour after that, with filthy, bloody clothing abandoned everywhere, the hunting party was skinny dipping.Bob didn't even make them be quiet. They already had a deer, after all.Another thing that Bob found both amazing and interesting, was that there was relatively little hanky panky while they splashed in the pond.There were some hugs, and a few kisses as well. At one point the girls swapped partners, kissing each man over and over. It was billed as an exercise in deciding who was the better. " Don't call Novlik any of your names," snapped Arnie. "You know his name... Use it! He's goddamn important to me, Flo, and you know why."Flo had been through this argument too many times to hold out any hope for winning. "Okay, okay. You don't have to tell me that whole story again. About how Novlik chewed through his harness and swam fifty yards in Telegraph Creek to pull you ashore when you and him went through the ice. I've heard it so many times I could recite it for you backwards if you'd. This has been the case with me in the past year. There are new developments in my sissy life. Suddenly I have contact with anumber of dominant men who actually prefer out and out sissies totransvestites. It is almost as if having decided that my true nature is tobe a sissified mincing faggot that I am on a path and that there are morehelping hands than I realised.A few months ago, I was contacted on Twitter by one of these guys who likesthe ultra-feminine sissy above all else. I know they are.