"You've been studying at the Caoimhe University in Ireland for a couple of months now, having flown over from your native America on an exchange progr...m to spend a year here studying folk lore. The place is amazing, a huge, ancient rambling network of buildings, gardens and lawns, and you've found it a wonderful and fascinating experience.What's grabbed your fascination most of all though, is a girl you keep seeing around campus. A tiny, slight little sylph, less than five foot tall, pale and. Trans people existed long before Surgeon machines, electric lights, oreven the wheel. These women "tucked," "stuffed," and wore makeshiftbirdseed breasts. I long at times to somehow revive them for secondlives in elegant, meticulously modded forms. 5The next view displayed Jerry's nervous system. Divorced from the body,it resembles a willow tree. I believe our nerves carry more of ourpersonality than the brain. When it comes to "gender reassignment,"modding. He never jokes. I didn't have any choice about the things I did." Bullshit!" Art snarled, slamming his cup down, sloshing coffee onto the table, not even noticing that the spill disappeared almost instantly. "There is always a choice." Then responding to his training, "You have the right..."The General reached over to grip Art's shoulder for a couple of seconds, stopping him. "Waste of time. This can never go public, anyway, so there's no damn reason he has any rights. We're going to get all. She was wearing her coral mini dress with the plunging back and neckline that finished almost at her navel just about covering a small part of her breastsEmma was wearing her lovely blue strappy dress with a tantalizing glimpse of her delightful breasts through the thin materialI chose a red dress, very sheer and tight fitting not leaving a lot to the imaginationWe strolled down the lane to the pub to enjoy our meal, afterwards we sat and chatted finally returning home around nineBack home.