"State your name?" she asked."My name is Natalya 11," I replied and suddenly I jolted forward andscreamed in pleasure as an intense stimulation pulsed...through my buttplug."She smiled and repeated, "State your name." My name is Natalya 11," I shouted and again I jolted forward as thepleasure pumped into me. She repeated the question again and again andthe intensity grew every time I answered until my mind was totallyoverloaded. Then in a very precise voice she stated, "Begin erasure ofNathanial. I had the money and now I had scheduled the surgery. It wasonly a week away. I had picked the best surgeon in the US to do thesurgery, so I knew things would go great. The day of the surgery came andafter what seemed like a short while, I woke up in a great deal of pain.The next 6 months were very tough learning what it would take to live asa women, but it was ok. About 4 months into the process I had met a niceman and we had started dating. I made some excuses as to why we couldn'tgo any. Nice to meet you too, I guess.” She looked wryly at the two cars, noticing that Pierre drove a Mercedes himself, only in dark metallic blue compared to her silver. She turned away and reached in for her purse and to open her glove compartment, to root around for her registration and insurance card.When she climbed back out, she found Pierre moving around the two cars with what looked like some sort of cell phone, stopping every few feet and holding it steady. In his left hand he carried his own. Early the next morning, I felt someone’s arms around me. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Ashley looking down on me from behind the chair.“How are you feeling?” she asked sincerely.“I’m ok, I just feel better sitting up then laying down.” I replied.Even though Ashley had been married to my Dad, the fact that she would be twenty eight a few days before I would be nineteen, in my mind every now and then, I couldn’t help but think of her as just a woman. She was always stunningly beautiful,.