When I opened my eyes the sound was still there, a jingling of more than just the one bell in my hand. Snapping out of my fantasy, I stepped back onto...the rocks and sidled up to the crest of the small amphitheatre beach and glanced over the top towards the sound. Yesssssssss&hellip, There, about thirty yards away, clambering over the rocky foreshore in my direction was the young girl, bag over her shoulder. I ducked down, hopefully unseen, and retreated to the other side of the beach and. To say he was not happy was an understatement. I walked into hanger bay nine to see fleet chief engineer Paulson waiting, “Captain Drake?”I nodded and he held out a memo broad, “If you will sign the ship receipt?”I shook my head, “I do not think so Chief.”He frowned and I smiled, “Tell me Chief, how well do you like the general?”He looked at me and then looked around. He looked back and his eyes narrowed, “What did you have in mind sir?”I waved, “Forget the sir, call me Jason or skipper. I was. Wow," Adam whispered as he finally saw his reflection, saw theface that he'd been wearing for a large part of the day. It was...beautiful.The woman in the mirror was exotic looking, of that there was no doubt.Her features were fine and slender, with slightly high eyebrows. She hadlong silvery white hair and larger than normal eyes that were green,flecked with silver."I wonder who you are, elf girl..." Adam whispered to himself.A few minutes later, Adam slowly pulled himself away from the mirror. The next morning, being a Saturday, they had an unusual day off at thesame time. At the breakfast table, Cal wanted to talk."What is happening to me, Jude? What is it about feminine clothes thatis driving me crazy? Doesn't it bother you that I am in dresses everynight as soon as I come home? I don't feel like a woman, at least Idon't think I do. I don't prance trying to act like one either, do I?"He looked at his wife questionably."I am not a psychiatrist, Cal. I don't know why it affects.