.." You mean until I gave the nation a look at my panties? Gee, do you think that had something to do with the way I played out there?" It just seemed...like you were trying too hard." Damn right I was. One thing I'm not is a quitter. After I skied my second tee shot, I figured the femboy swing wasn't working, and I started trying to find a groove out there."I sat fascinated as Denny replayed the entire round, shot by excruciating shot, finishing up as we pulled into the parking lot at the. So I thought I should take her back. Maybe we can go backanother time."Chris, or Christine as he now apparently was, was stunned. Not only hadhe apparently been turned into a girl but, as far as he could tell, Garyand Nick had no memory of him ever being male."OK, let's go somewhere else," said Jake.After they piled into the car, Christine spoke up, "Could you take mehome first. I'm... not feeling great."Jake was more than happy to drop Christine home and be done with theawkwardness of speaking. I distractedly ran my hand over her ass and up her back to settle into her hair, twirling one streak around in my fingers as I continued to work. Hopefully a sign to her that I was NOT going to accommodate her ‘heat’ at this time. She nudged my hand and mewed, her head resting against the arm of the chair, the length of her body still gyrating and rubbing up against the chair. I sighed, realizing my mistake.‘Cat… NO!’ I offered her a glance, letting go of her head to reach down and swat her. Daddy closed the folder and put it in the drawer. In the drawer was an empty silver frame. No pictures, thought Daddy. I must have photographs made of Little One. Maybe not photographs, a painting perhaps. Little One had brought no pictures with her. She may have never been photographed in her entire life. I will have to take many pictures of her, Daddy thought. Daddy left the silver frame on his desk and turned off the lamp. He was thinking of a large oil painting of Little One, nude, sitting.