Again you could tell she had been crying. I asked what was wrong, but she wouldn't tell me. Without thinking I took her back to my little studio, but ... had forgotten that The walls were covered with my wife's more intimate photos I had taken over the years. In one she had her legs spread and had pulled her pussy lips apart. In several others she had her sex toys buried inside her. She had a shit-eating grim in all her photos. As Jennifer walked in she put her hand to her face and turned red as. .you know." Perhaps you'll enjoy it?" No!" You never know until you try?" Never!" Shhhhhh, lower your voice...have you ever made love to a woman?"My silence gave her the answer she expected. "A virgin queen! Ouremperor has chosen well." * * *And so began my transformation into a woman. My diet was strictlyenforced, and physical exercise of any kind of strictly forbidden. Ispent hours each day luxuriating in my bath, tenderizing my skin withmilk, honey and a variety of exotic herbs. Andy simply nodded and wondered if he had some sort of fetish about seeing Regan partly dressed."I wish I'd brought something better to sleep in than my underwear," he admitted. "I had some shorts and stuff laid out but Mom ran us out of hotel in such a hurry that I forgot to pick them up."That caused Regan's smile to widen further. It was almost as though Andy had read the script for the play and was doing his part."Funny you should mention that," she said. She reached back into her bag and. Roger's heart went out to her, sitting there so small, so fragile, so defenseless. "Diane--" he began, but her name stuck in his throat. He tried again. "Diane, darling--"She lifted her head to look at him then, and he felt a cold, viscid chill move along his spine and settle between his shoulder blades. Her eyes were filled with sheer and undiluted contempt, with utter revulsion. "Well," she said in a voice which fairly dripped acid, "Good morning, Roger. I trust you slept well after last.