“Like I said we don’t know if Francis was the first of our kind or if he was just another link in the chain. What we do know is that every son of ...is develops these abilities on their seventeenth birthday.”“Just the sons?” I asked, taking another sip of scotch. “What about the daughters?”“That’s a little more complicated,” smiled grandad, “Whereas every son in our blood line ends up with these powers, only some of the daughter end up with, well, something different. But that’s not important. My hand moves down to her bottom and I stroke it with my fingertips, earning a small wiggle and a quiet moan.“Mmm… Yes please...”I've always found an aspect of performance in every interaction with another person, a failing of mine, I suppose. Even if the conversation is easy, the company familiar and warm, everything I say and do still feels mannered - as though I could have chosen to do everything another way and yet still remain myself. And as I roll my hand over the enticing curve of her. Sissy." No, that makes me a crossdresser, it doesn't make me a sissy. It'snot the same." Same difference to me," sneered Tim.They were confusing crossdressing with being a sissy.And speaking of confusing, while I was trying to convince them Iwasn't a sissy I was feeling a giddy excitement at being humiliatedin front of them. Of being looked at as a sexual object. I guess thealcohol was starting to have it's way with me because Tim was nolonger pissing me off even though his attitude and. "So, we are Tiger People, and we hold one territory, and we challenge for the best territory we can get. Things work themselves out, with the best fighters and hunters holding the best territories. It is unheard of and dishonorable for one of the Tiger People to challenge someone who is significantly less dangerous for their territory, since the more dangerous fighter would almost certainly win a territory that was significantly inferior to one they already held, or were capable of winning..