.. change, and I don'tthink you realize just how hard this is going to be! It won't be justwearing a dress or skirt, it's how you talk and walk as wel...! And on topof that, aren't there men out there who are already living as women?Don't you think they'll have a better chance at this? I mean, they'reused to being women, and some might even have boyfriends, so they'll havea built in advantage from the start!" Yeah, I thought of that, but it's just possible that I might win anyway!According to the. ‘The voices were right, Jay… you’re not my son. I married your mother because I was in love with her… but she didn’t love me. Your mother was in love with and engaged to marry my best friend, Jay Howard. You were named for him. He was killed in an auto accident just three months before they were to be married. Your mother was heartbroken and so was I.’ He looked away and took a deep, ragged breath before he continued. ‘We comforted each other, and one night just a couple of weeks after the. Helen focussed on the two older women facing the wall. She knew they were more than friends. Much more in fact. “I suppose you will stay for the rest of the day, Emily. You can treat it as though you are both grounded. It will do you both good to help each other through the pain. Then you can sleep over. You can go to bed naked so won’t need to get anything to wear.” Emily had been squeezing her thighs together as she listened to Helen spanking Ann and was on the verge of an orgasm when Helen. One of the prospective buyers had started heckling the auctioneer. From her somewhat limited grasp of the language, it was clear that his honesty was being called into question. "Your lies are outrageous, old man! You are simply trying to drive up the price! If that is a virgin, then so is the emperor's concubine." This was greeted with shouts and catcalls. The auctioneer protested his innocence and honor. The crowd was enjoying his discomfort and was having none of it. He sighed and.