She shuddered with pleasure, helplessly ejecting most ofthe remaining vestiges of her masculinity.Then she began to cry.I knew they were happy tears. ... held Angela lovingly as hermother used her Kleenex to mop up the remains of a greatamount of sticky, sissy cream. Angela's face was buried inmy chest as sobs of love and femininity racked her perfectbody.Then the door to the compartment opened.Well, we didn't expect that.Angela was on my lap. Her skirt was up to her deliciousbelly button. Her. I don’t know how God makes it happen but I can’t imagine an afterlife without all the people I loved on earth, and that includes my family and you. You never asked me why I named my son Craig and I respect you for that. The reason is that I wanted to give him your middle name just in case he was your son. I so wanted to have a baby with you when we were together that weekend in Ocean City. I don’t know if it was wrong of me but I hoped and I prayed that I was pregnant when I left. I just wanted. Tandy said. Mrs. Tandy appeared to be in her late twenties, much younger than he expected. Her body, John noticed subsequently, was not resting on the bed, but was suspended on a strange contraption of ropes, metal bars and pulleys. “I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable. I am …you know… quite a sight,” she said. “Not at all.” Most of her body was in plaster. Her entire torso and her right arm, as well as her right leg (excluding the foot). Only her left arm was completely free,. “It seems you have taken very well to the Neural Regenerator. Right now, your muscles are so weak from lack of use, that you resemble that of a newborn. But luckily, unlike a newborn, we can train your body somewhat quicker without all the awkwardness of growth, because it’s something you’ve done before.” I tried to speak, but nothing would come out, but he just nodded. “Your voice will be one of the first things that come back, but again, lack of use makes things difficult to start. However,.