No one was sure where it came from; James had called him Boompa from the time he started talking. "And he's your ancestor too, huh Dad?" That's right ...nd Grandpa Jim is your ancestor." And Grandpa Josh is my ancestor and yours too Mom, right?" That's right son." But who is Chante?" The boy asked again."Sorry ... we got sidetracked a bit," Lewis chuckled. "Chante was your, let's see ... your great, great, great, great Grandmother. She was a full blood Lakota who lived in the late 1800's." Wow,". After all I'd done for him, how dare that silly boy pass out on me like that?I was still feeling hornier than hell. Although I suppose he'd done the best he could, Johnny had done virtually nothing to quench my sexual thirst and needs. But then, I wasn't really surprised by that. Even though I'd once been one myself - I was definitely glad I was no longer one now - males just pooped out so quickly.I'd let him sleep for the moment. Just maybe he'd wake up again. But I sure wasn't going to hold. But well enough. That is, if one discounts the round eyes, golden hair, big bust and impressive hips and ass ... but she didn’t fit his preconceived mental template.That template was light almost white skin, black hair and large black eyes, medium bust but round breasts, thin physique and small feet. And the proper scent.Scent is so much a part of us we don’t notice until we are in a truly different place. Smokers seldom notice smell or taste but food plays a big part of a persons scent. The. Did I just hear my own voice come out of this alluring female? Surely if the virus did complete its course, I would have a female voice, right? I tested my voice again: "Four score and seven years ago, our fathers..." Still a baritone. Puzzled, I put my hands to my shapely hips, lowered my head a little, and thought for a minute.Just then, I quickly raised my head up. Of course! The virus did run its course, but not completely! It changed all of me into my dream girl, except the voice! I.