He posed in front of his mirror and I could seehe was already hard. Next he sat on the bed and I watched as he figured out how to clip thesuspender at...the front then swivel it round so the clasp was at hisback. He tore open a packet containing a pair of tan stockings and, fora novice cross dresser, rolled them up his legs with considerable ease."Oh, Belle, the tops are beautiful, so soft and silky. I've never wornanything like it before. And the stockings feel heavenly on my legs."he said when. I was sure turningfemale altered the timeline. I was in a branch of the original, but was Isafe? The fact that the darkness hadn't swallowed me yet gave me hope. Butwhat if in this timeline I turned into a new darkness?Didn't I already have reason to resent my current life? After all, I hadturned into a girl against my own will. Then I found hope in a simplethought: it all lay within my future choices. I could mope and be angryand become the darkness again or I could embrace the change. Try to. But it made the Captain feel a bit better.He must show that he was still a commander. And a Barbarian commander at that. Some faint lines of satisfaction etched his features as he saw the signal to attack being run out and passed from ship to ship.Like an iceberg, the figure of Princess Venetia remained silent still. There was a faint look of disdain on her imperious face. “We’ll show you what Barbarians are made of!” Captain Varian shouted as he turned back from the edge of the jetty. There. “Wasn’t the only time, either. A few years later they were shopping in town when three men went after the women in the family. He found them manhandling the women and knocking his son around. He took on all three and carved them into steaks with their own knives. He was a man you stood aside for when he walked down the street.”“Jesus Christ!” Mandy said lowly.“The really tough one, though, was his son, Enoch. Mamas would tell their children stories about him when they were misbehaving. You.