"Monday morning? Oh,no, baby, you've got a few days to get used to yourself and leteveryone else get used to the idea too, and let Eva's treatment do...ts work. We've been told not return to work until Thursdaymorning. They're reassigning us now that we're proper members ofthe bar and can carry our own weight. Everything we've been doingor can do is being revaluated. You didn't check your e-mail Fridayafternoon before we left?" No." Desire began to rise up and subvert my judgment. . Crossing my legs I set about mytask.Foundation and concealer with powder to set them, started my base. Ilightly applied one color of eye shadow, a beige over my eyelid andonly added just a touch of green at the corner. A more day time look,something I learned in class. Then on to eyeliner in a thin line,upper and lower, finishing my eyes with some mascara. Next it was theneutral lip liner and lip stick, a light peach blush to contour my facewas the final touch. I put the lipstick, lip. Maybe about my whole life.The prospect of spending the next two -- or three -- or fifty -- years of my life with Emmy was a totally pleasurable and positive one. There were problems, of course. Would we wear all that well, over the long haul? Would Emmy, six months from now, or a year from now, come to me, embarrassed, and say something like, "Gee, Dave, sorry, but we both know this really isn't working out..."It could happen. People's lives get fucked up every day. Just because we are both. "You know what those voices say in the songs Jessie?" I've been able to make out some of them, but they are just regularwords mostly. Nothing really weird or anything." What words Jess?" Ashley questioned."Let's see...I've been able to recognize "feminine", "girl", "right","soft", "pantyhose", "normal"...stuff like that. Pretty average things." I see...so being feminine is normal for you? Wearing pantyhose feelsright?" Ashley asked."Yeah, of course...why wouldn't it be?" No reason. You are a.