" Morgana told him without preamble."I did not realize we would be given choices here,"Muhammad answered quietly. "I'm listening." We're going to need...this hanger," she shrugged, thensmiled at his stricken expression, "No, we aren't going todisperse you through our system, Captain. Those of you whowish it will be repatriated to Human worlds not controlledby the NTF. From there you can make your own choices as towhere you will go." Repatriated?" Muhammad mused, clearly surprised, then gaveher a. I nodded my head in affirmation and slight shame, "Yes, I used to do that." Let me guess," she said, "you quit wearing girl's clothing when you got into high school." College," I corrected, "I lived in a dorm." I see," she purred, "and you haven't done so since...today, have you?" Correct," I responded, my head dropping in shame.Her hand didn't move as she consoled me, "Honey, here in San Fran we accept all kinds: the flaming, the out, the bi and especially the," she paused, a seductive. I was sure my employer would recommend therapy."Anything you need me to do sir?" No, not right now Barbara."I was hoping she would go away. The rest of the afternoon I did not log back on. I just thought about it the whole time.That evening I did my usual routine of reading the latest fantasies on the site. I chatted with a few of the women but did not dare log onto my alter ego on my own computer. Something about being afraid I'd be discovered if I used the same computer for both screen names.. The desire to enjoy the feel of your mouth and hands on my breasts (my stomach, my thighs... ) wars with the need to be able to reciprocate. I let you win for a while, grasping at pillows instead as your steady downward trek comes to its destination. I can feel your breath against my sex, your tongue flicking at it lightly, teasingly. Then, with no warning, you deliberately press the tip of your tongue against my clit, circling it slowly.After a few moments, though, I wiggle away and pull you.