" Our 'benefactors'," Tilly spat out at me. "You're talking about aliens that allowed my Rodney to die. For all you know these 'beings' might be those...aliens. Have you thought about that?" Yes I have," I replied quickly, cutting off anything else Tilly had to say and preventing anyone else from commenting. "I've thought about it and I've ruled that idea out. The 'beings' we observed were essentially cavemen. They had no advanced technology and their actions demonstrated a simplistic way of. O.R.A.D., and handed the phone to the President, telling her that it appeared that New York was the target.General Simpson then told the President that the Colonial anti-missile missiles that had a greater range and were more effective than the old Patriot missiles that had been used in the Persian Gulf War were about to be launched to try to intercept the missile that was approaching New York. General Simpson told her that the Colonial was not designed to intercept nuclear missiles, but it was. But this time I knew I needed to get really worked up, so this didn't happen again. So rather than just tugging it a bit to get it semi-hard, I full on stroked off. I stood there in my gown, going to town on myself, staring at the door to be sure she didn't catch me. When I finally heard her footsteps outside the door, I stopped and sat on the table. She came in and I glanced down to the sizable tent in my pants. She asked me to lie down, and I could see the tent sticking straight up. She made. Fat wasstarting to redistribute to my hips and thighs, in a typical femalepattern. I have always longed to be a BBW. Having been overweight beforemy transition was definitely contributing to my objective. The more Ilooked at myself in the mirror, the more thrilled I was about the changeshappening in me.But what made all the difference, at that point, was that I had the loveof a man who made me feel as woman as ever. In his sweet accent, Mustaphawould sometimes tell me: Ophelia, I fell in love.