"That's what I thought. What sort of name wouldlike?" A girly name?" Of course - maybe something like Jill Pinkpanties? Jock and Jill do kindof go tog...ther." Jock gulped and nodded. "I know this is a big step,sweetie, but just remember that you can take it slow - enjoy fantasizingabout being a girl, come to love your pink satiny soft panties, and youwill soon be exactly who you need to be." Roxelle stood up and came aroundpulling Jill up into a nice tight hug. Jill was surprised to feel a pair. I would never, not now. Not anymore. I’m so lonely after he leaves. The room is dim and silent. There’s not much to do, no television, the curtains drawn. I look around the familiar room, my territory. I sleep. When I wake, I have to go to the bathroom again. He’s in the house. I can tell he’s been to check on me because the door has been moved since I fell asleep. If I do not breathe, I can hear sounds in the kitchen. If I do breathe, I can smell soup, Campbell’s Vegetarian Vegetable. My. We arrived in the outskirts of Valencia just after three in the afternoon. We decided to move a little further north to Sagunto, thereby escaping the big city traffic both in the afternoon and the next morning. It was a good decision and soon we were gazing out over the water. It was a pleasure to see the Mediterranean once more, sparkling in the bright, late afternoon sunlight.We found a respectable inn off the motorway and checked in for the night. There were several restaurants in the area. I called her up and asked if she would like some company in the morning, since I was going to be in her area doing some shopping.She said that would be fine, she had some cleaning to do but would be done by 10.I wasn't sure what I would do, exactly, but I figured I would play it by ear.I arrived at her house a little after 10, did not want to seem too anxious.She answered the door dressed in a casual dress, not showing much, as usual, although it did look like she was wearing stockings, and I.