I had come to enjoy having breasts, but I wouldn't tell my family that for a long time to come."You know, Kevin," said Dad uncomfortably, "you can cro...s your legs at the ankle if you like. We won't be offended." This is just a role I'm playing for the next few months," I said. "I won't be offended if you call me Karen. It won't hurt my feelings if you refer to me as 'she' and 'her.' I've been hearing it for months now."Dad squirmed. "You are my son," he said with quiet anger. "I named you Kevin. "What seems to be the problem" she said in a deep, serious voice."I seem to have a pain in my body and I'm hoping you could locate it. You might have to feel my chest to find it"Annie put her hands on Bill's chest and pushed down. "Is it there?" I don't think so" replied Bill. "It might be easier if I didn't have my shirt on"Annie giggled a little. "OK, will the patient please undo his shirt"Bill gladly did as he was told and unbuttoned his shirt. Annie continued her examination, placing her. He stokes her smooth, dark hair slowly for a while, contemplating her in profile, thinking. Tipping her chin up he asks, "Bored by the movie, darling?" Her eyes briefly flicker up to his, then back down demurely. In that brief instant he sees a mischievous smile in her eyes, but her face remains composed. "Of course not. You picked it sir."He briefly considers punishing her for insolence, but unable to help himself he chuckles. "Of course not. Well, I am. So...what should I do with you?" She. I got home okay and changed clothes into a nice conservative suit and my brunette wig. I was instantly Paula Winslow, insurance adjuster. I headed for the address in West Seattle where Bradley lived. Now, how much should the policy be for? Half a million? That sounded about right.When I reached the house, I had to brace myself again. I clutched my folio in my hand and headed to the door, hoping my makeup was sufficient to hide the bruises on my face.“Mrs. Keane?” I said when a matronly woman of.