Well that settled it, the best place to go for that would be the Gay Village in town, so I arranged a night out with some friends and colleagues with ...he intention of splitting off towards the end of the night and heading to the village.That was the plan at least...A group of us met at a bar not too far from the village and got the drinks in while we waiting on a couple of stragglers namely a new girl at work and her husband who none of us had met yet.We were all quite pissed when they finally. John said that he had noticed this too and thought that perhaps I was changing mentally too.John said that he believed that we had proved our point and that I could stop taking the hormones when I wanted to. For some reason I found this idea upsetting.He must have noticed this and said. "Unless of course you want to carry the experiment on a stage further."I asked what he meant and John replied that his book would be an even greater success, if I was to let the hormones really take full affect. “My name’s Jennifer, but you can call me Jenny.”“I’m Bob,” I replied.That was the first meeting with the girl whom I grew to love, whom I eventually married, who bore my child, and who totally loved me in return.“We’ll be in Mrs. Wheeler’s class. She’s a very nice teacher. You’ll like her,” she said.At the next bus stop, another girl our age got on the bus. “That’s Kathy,” Jenny pointed out.When Kathy saw Jenny and me sharing the seat, she started toward the back of the bus.“Kathy, you can sit. "Hey Boss, sieh dir das an. Hier ist ne Falltür im Boden." Emmi's Augen weiteten sich noch mehr. Sie sah sich panisch um und suchte einen Ausweg. An einer Wand war ein Loch das nur notdürftig mit einem Holzbrett verstellt wurde. Sie hörte wie an der Falltür gerüttelt wurde und ihr entfuhr ungewollt ein fiepen. "Wartet.. habt Ihr das gehört? Da unten ist wer!" "Was?! Ich dachte seine Frau wär verreckt hast du gesagt?!" "So eine scheiße! Rattikarl, Bodycheck!"Emilia riss das Holzbrett zur Seite.