Willy missed her companionship for this trip. So he was glad that Sally, the sales director of a rival firm and past acquaintance from previous conven...ions, was seated at his banquet table. She was a familiar face among the new acquaintances and members. Sally was a lively conversationalist, spanning many topics effortlessly, always attentive to wherever Willy led the discussion. The other diners at their table joined the chit chat and lingered over coffee and dessert before mosying off to a. We were both still naked from the night before, and I let the cover fall away as I sat up next to him in bed, exposing my pale breasts. I snuggled up close to Myles’ shoulder, making him laugh.‘Myles,’ I started, not sure how to bring up the topic when I couldn’t quite define it myself. I wanted to talk about what felt different with the the three of us—and he and I, too.‘Yes?’ He said softly, right in my ear, one hand slipping gently up to cup one of my breasts. Clearly, he had other things on. The Praetor had spent the last three sessions going over her memories of the massacre at Parson's Landing, where she had been accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake. Béla was forced to relive that nightmare over and over as the Praetor reviewed and processed the images in her mind. The fact that she had spent the remainder of her life on Earth trying to atone for what she had done that night was not yet being considered.At Parson's Landing, an early colony in Massachusetts, she had. Since his"transformation" Ashley knew Dale had only seen him from a distance.Being close up and revealing himself in all his abject femininesurrender was excruciating.Being discovered in the act of caring for actual women's bras, one ofthe most awful symbols of his submission to his life as a pathetic girl,was almost unbearable. How he held back his tears he never knew.He'd developed what his hippy Mother would have called a "mantra" whichsometimes kept him sane. "I'm Ashley inside and they.