And the last thing she wants is what may or may not have been real to get in the way of what she definitely knows to be real.She doesn’t head to her...assigned room. She knows that if she goes there, she’ll be alone—alone in a room with four walls and a bed, just like she was at the end of Saige’s life. It isn’t a place she wants to be. No. She needs to go to Gunnar and lay everything out in the open. She needs to hear it from him. She needs to feel normal again.She finds Gunnar’s quarters and. She opened her eyes, giving me a frustrated look. I smiled, then looked toward the neighbors. They must have finished already for they stood facing us, completely naked, her hand stroking him and his playing with a breast. She smiled at me and waved. I took that to be her final word on the matter and turned to Marcie. “I just want you to know, “I rasped, “that I love you. Next to your sister, you are the most sensual, sexy and vibrant woman I have ever known. He was a fool to let you go. “ . Apparently they accepted me as dirty livestock that somehow got loose and strayed. So when all had passed and into the building I got up and went to holy water font for a drink, or rather took the water and splashed it on the front of me to mix in with the dirt and poop for more effect. I made sure my penis was soaked dripping for accent.Now I was really looking good as I had pangs of doubt about my bravery. “Wow,” I thought. What a great photo this would make to send home to my old high school. Cindy, being not a true and complete real female, was at many timesunaware or incapable of understanding, or confused emotionally enough viathe new and raging feminine hormones within her blood stream, to have anyunderstanding of what was going on around her sissy self. While puttingthe final touches on her outfit, Mistress reached up under her skirt tofind the thoughts of this evening's festivities were making her wet. Shereached down and raised her skirt laid back on the bed, and ordered.