"Sure," he said."Well, there's something called the COGIATI test - for Combined GenderIdentity and Transexuality Inventory. It measures, roughly, whet...er aperson is oriented toward being a female or a male. That test is reallymade for candidates for sex reassignment surgery, but I've made a versionthat better fits your situation. that I'd like you to take," she said,sitting him down in front of a computer. He didn't really have a chanceto object, so he went along and started answering. Her own fingers caused her friend to rise up and wriggle her ass as she pushed her jeans over her hips in order to allow Tammy fuller access to her own sex. Tammy took the non-verbal queue and slid her fingers under the panties of her friend, through the soft, sparse pubic hair that covered her pubic mound before curling down and in toward the hot wet indentation of her goal.Lillie wondered if she might die right there on Tammy’s bed! It was hard to breathe and her heart was pounding so hard it. I woke because of a lot of racket going on outside. I looked out the front window to see one guy on a big commercial riding lawn mower, one guy edging, one guy trimming bushes, and another blowing things around. I thought, "What the fuck, when did we get a lawn service?"I called the station and asked Bobby. "When did we get a lawn service?" Since you decided to be a wheel and I made Station Chief. Tell me when you have time to do lawn work. There's also going to be a guy coming by to do the. I softened the past here and there, only the little tears I thought safe to mend. But even the fights, the tears, the heart-ache, those hardest hitting bolts came couched in the knowledge that each instance of sorrow would soon pass, replaced by the unfailing love that lasted across the eons. Except for the one unavoidable end. And having had the woman I loved ripped from me, it was so easy to love this second chance. I could see my future, a mirror of my past, repeated again forever… Only I.