.............................That opening day was two months ago now and things could not have goneany better. There have been no major issues in the ...uidance side of thejob a few enquiries about what courses girls should take to move towardsa certain occupation so nothing that has tested my knowledge or neededClare's input.Our plan was working to perfection each working week over, off came thebreast forms out came the earrings and I was back to being husband Chris.Oh, and I should mention sex. I’m NOT trying to get 500 emails begging me not to do it or 5 asshats giving advice on how to and telling me to Youtube it for their enjoyment.About two months into the initial phase of my illness is when I realized how fucked I truly was. At that point, they hadn’t found a reliable way for me to speak on a regular basis yet. I couldn’t work. Couldn’t pay enough attention to watch TV. Couldn’t write fiction. It was then I started thinking about suicide. You start asking questions. Just how bad. TJ and his team removed the sealing material from the cone—hull joins, removed the locking bolts, and then activated the rams to rotate the cones out of lock and float them off. (It did appear strange to be able to directly look into the power plant.) Under Orville's supervision, the fusion bottles were re- positioned in situ by a gentle(?) rotation (Orville had to really twist a lot of arms to get that done).Cedric took one look at the hemispherical cover being manoeuvred in the confines of. I knew Brigit wanted me to arouse Deirdre to several climaxes yet now I was being aroused as well. It would take more will power than I had to resist Deirdre’s mouth long enough. I begged Brigit for help. She laughed at me.‘Feeling inadequate, are you? Not man enough for even one woman? OK, I’ll help.’It seemed as if my prick was suddenly numb. I could still feel Deirdre’s frantic efforts but at least I had some control. I worked hard at her pussy and was rewarded by a shudder that clamped her.