Looking down at it, all Icould see was a tiny corset with some confusing attachments.Clarisse laced it tightly behind me, drawing my waist in cruelly....A smallleather triangle at the front of the corset went down over my genitals anda cord at the tip of this passed between my bottom cheeks, tying securelyto the back of the corset and completely concealing my masculinity. Thecorset was rigidly boned, forcing me to suck in my stomach and arch myback uncomfortably."Clarisse!" I squeaked. "This. I kept having visions in my head of Emily dying or the baby coming out all ugly and deformed. Homer was even worse than I was. "Oh god, what if things don't come out all right? I'm scared, Wilbur, I'm scared as hell. We kept feeding into each other's fears. Then Moose and Connie came in all smiles.He took one look at our faces and asked, "Hey, is something wrong?" We're just worried, Moose, what if something goes wrong?" Homer looked up at the big guy and waited for an answer."Don't worry, man.. ."The doctor looked up. "Nothing broken. Lots of bruising, though. He can walk." Okay," said the prince. "We can't stay here. Let's get moving." To the boy, he said, "Can you climb?" Yes, my lord." Good. Let's go."The group, moving slowly for the sake of the battered youth, departed the latest bloodshed. They moved North away from the advancing Hai Krun army and found a temporary resting place in the trees."My lord prince," said the boy, wincing as he shifted his weight on the low-lying limb,. "OMG, What is that guy up to," Mrs. Myers said surprised to her stylistas she saw the young feminized man enter the salon.The stylist looked up to see what she was referring to as sherepositioned Mrs. Myers head for the next perm rod."Oh that's Sally," she said grinning, picking up another perm rod."Sally? That's a guy right?" Oh yes. He's a guy alright. He's a regular of ours. He usually comes infor a shampoo and set two or three times a month. He likes to be calledSally, so we call him.