He was a real man, my man. My oneand only. So I was even more set to be a sissy, and then a woman, nomatter what. After all, it was my job to be a wom...n, not his. I had to befemale for myself first, then for the world to see.As we often did on our home dates, I ordered pizza in. Being a Muslim,Achref drank no alcohol, and accompanied his food with a coke. I,instead, as a "man" would drink beer. That night, however, such amasculine drink felt very unladylike, so I preferred to open a bottle. After a time, Millie had mostly calmed down.Sniffling she said in a small voice, "Are you going to be our parents, now?" Do you want us to be?" David responded with a question."Yes." She said as her sister nodded in agreement."Well, since it's unanimous, I guess we will just have to keep you. We were going to sell you to the pirates. But now, instead, we have two beautiful girls to raise," Angela jokingly replied."You wouldn't sell us to pirates, would you," asked a wide-eyed Prudence."No. .."Jay, as the salesman called him, was wearing some nerdy comic strip t-shirt and jeans. Although he was a little overweight I found him rathercute. I felt a little embarrassed that he had noticed me stalking hissalesman, but also because I seemed to be more than a little distractingto him. He kept glancing at my blouse while appearing to listen to thesalesman, and I kept casually not noticing his near-stares as I continuedpretending to read the nearby shelves."Look, if it does work like you. Maybe if something really bad happened in the Soviet Union. I think he’ll keep trying.”“What about Lyudmila? How’s school for her?”“Great,” I said. “She’s going to New York for Christmas break and she’ll stop in Chicago on her way back west. When I talked to her a couple of weeks ago she told me that she had a suitably decadent capitalist boyfriend. He’s from San Diego, drives a classic Corvette convertible, and surfs. Typical Californian, I guess. He’s a CS major as well.”“Just one guy? I.