" Yes Geoff, it's me," I said, putting him out of his misery.He stared at me in silence, his mouth opening and closing.At length he stuttered, "Allan?...In God's name where have you been? And what's happened to you?" Shall we sit down?" suggested David.Geoff started and gestured to the easy chairs at the side, sitting in one himself. We did the same."Tell him, Allan," said David.I told him. I was getting good at telling this tale. Constant repetition cements memories. I told it straight leaving. However in reality things are so much better and easier today, People now can be whatever they want, express themselves however they choose and in the trendy London "straight" circles having a trans friend is de rigueur, gay friends are so last season.Sorry I seem to have got off topic. Despite having had sissy tendencies all their lives many still require coaxing and encouragement to reach their full potential. As is quite common they wish to have the perception of giving up control and being. Soon Luna was all out of Pokémon and she was extremely frustrated. How? How could he have beat me? She thought looking at Mewtwo."You fought well, girl" Mewtwo said.Luna turned to look at him her small breasts pressed together showing clever. She smiled slightly at the Pokémon but noticed something strange. Something was poking out of a slit between his legs. Luna’s mind started get fussy as her hands went to stroke the knob.It poked out more and she could grip her hands around it now stroking. Smaller than the others, sitting on a box in-between its larger companions. It looked just like... but no, that was impossible. But still, she stared, unblinking, at the small, antique music player. Her lip trembled and her hands shook. With sweaty palms, she reached toward it slowly, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. It can't be... she thought. Even her thoughts were frozen. But her hands found the jukebox and lifted it carefully from its perch. Slowly, timidly, she turned it over in her.