Rick's eyes stared at them, hollow with fear, until a large, soft,heavy monster bit into the top of his head, it's lips swallowing hisscalp and sealin... themselves to his skin, and all bits of sanity weremomentarily shattered."AAAHHHH! IT'S EATING ME! IT'S EATING ME!"He glared at his friends."What is it?" he cried. "What's on the box?! Tell me what it is! Please!" It's a..." Dave started. "It's a..."And with that, the sides of the box collapsed, and a wave of white satinand crinoline burst out. "I am woman," she said. "Hear me OOOOOOaaaaaaah!"Her roar came out as a moan as she came and came and came, the world turning to jelly around her. ChiChi giggled at her."It feels good to be a woman, doesn't it Gretchen?" Mr. Warren asked."So... so good..." Gretchen agreed, panting."And you want everyone to know you're a woman, right?" he pressed."Uh-huh," she agreed."ChiChi, can you tell for sure if Gretchen is a woman?" Mr. Warren asked.The Dominican bimbo stared appraisingly at her."I'm not. I knew what she was going to say. Everyone said it, eventually.“It felt so . . . fucking . . . GOOD.”* * * The next morning, my wife sleeping, I sipped coffee and flipped through the news channels. I didn’t stay on any one station for long. News of the sexapocalypse washed over me.“—easily half a billion women worldwide—”“—wives and daughters, mothers and grandmothers—”“—effects on the transitioning community particularly bizarre—”“—the CDC, NIH, and WHO report no progress—”“—red light. He told me that three ships have arrived there every week during the last month," Phebe informed us after Kell had cast the silence spell."What size ships were these?" I asked. Christian looked to Phebe before answering, but she only nodded."They were mostly about five hundred tons each," he replied in a squeaky voice."And how many warehouses are the British using to store their supplies in?" Airmid asked."I couldn't give you an exact number," Christian told us before explaining. "All of the.