"Hi Candy, nice to see you again." Nice to see you to, Clem. I want you to meet my step brother James, James, Clem." A pleasure," he said extending hi... hand."All, mine," I laughed, "well, not all mine lets hope. How many men are here tonight?" Only six could make it," he replied. "Just let me lock the doors and we can begin."He left to go to the front door, put out his closed sign, pulled down the shade and locked the door. Just as he was about to do the same to the back door it opened and an. It will be the last fictional story of being a woman you'll ever haveto write."What does that suppose to mean?" Alex thought as he felt a tingle inhis crotch area. When he looked down, he notice the waist band of hispantyhose seemed to disappear into his skin. "What this?"She turned back to the computer screen. You should now start to feelthe process take over you. You love writing TG stories. You will now beliving your last one. I hope you don't mind since as a former manmyself, I wish to help. ) The mirror is misted by condensation but I can make out my reflection. It’s warped and indistinct like an impressionist painting. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her crotch.My best friend is standing in the doorway. She watches me, silent. In my dream I am fifteen years old so I expect my friend to be similarly reduced in age. But she is not; she is twenty, and tall, and slim, and aloof. She is naked, too, but her body lacks. I check the weather online for the local forecast. The radar shows a very large area of heavy thunderstorms heading in our direction. There must be a serious front coming through. It is a bit early in the year for that, since it is only May.There is a tentative knock on the door of my study. Before I can answer, I hear Storm’s voice calling, “Kurt? Are you there? May I come in?”“Ja. Of course. The door is unlocked.”A breeze ruffles the papers on my desk as she hurries in. As always.