The front half of the ship was missing.Painfully he disengaged the harness and gripping the seat in front, he made his way to of the ground. He looked...up the valley again. He saw the front of the ship about half a klick up ahead. It was on an angle so he couldn’t see it when he had been sitting in his seat. It was a smouldering mess.Smoke still trailed lazily high into the air from several bits of wreckage. The gear he had stashed on the transported was in the forward compartments of that mess.. Gary began sobbing, "Please stop, Aunt Maureen. I'msorry. I'll be good. Please don't hit me anymore." The blows stopped. Without another word Maureen againattempted to give her now cowering nephew a sponge bath. Shewashed his face, neck, and chest. She rinsed him off. Garycringed as he saw Maureen looking at his underwear. Maureenrinsed the cloth in the bowl and said she would be right back. Momentarily she returned. Had Gary seen what she broughtwith her he might have been. It was only a moment or two later that she let out a small belch and quickly covered her hand with her mouth, embarrassed.Buffy plopped down on the couch next to her, seemingly unaffected.“If you think that's bad, try rooming with Dawn and Faith. They have burping contests that literally shake the floor. I think I'm immune to the shock factor now.”Kennedy chuckled, relaxing back now that she knew Buffy wasn't going to make a big deal of it.“Remind me again why you decided to room with them and. As I lay there in bed I could still smellthe perfume I had used, provoking the memory of how I looked, the imagein my mind, clear and sharp. But more than anything, I knew that I wantedto look just as much like a girl as I could, because rather than hatingit, I realized that I liked it! Visions of me in school, my skirtswirling around my legs, the way my blouse pulled over my breasts, andthe idea that maybe, given my size, I would be better off as a girl, allcombined as one, and I drifted off.