They looked like the hands of an old crone, I used to have beautiful hands, so people told me, sensitive, I had played Piano and Cello at school."Can ...ou hold a pen?" asked the doctor, in a tone which suggested he thought I was a brain damaged imbecile.I grasped the pen and started to write on a form he had put on the table.He grabbed it away and took the pen with him. "That's your records, don't mess it up" he ordered ungrammatically.They found me clothes from the red cross booth, a horrid. I lowered myself down and again I felt the thick, hot tip of his dick probing to enter me, but holding his powerful dick in my hand as I did felt so different. I felt less scared of it and my hunger to feel it inside me erased my fears. I felt the tip stretching my lips, straining to enter me as I lowered my hips. Jerry gasped how wet I was, but I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see his face or hear his words at that moment. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes and for a few minutes I. I didn't know just how lucky I was then, most crossdressers have to use a camera, which reveals all the little imperfections that suggest you are not really a woman. An artist, on the other hand, can show you as she wishes, and eventually there were quite a few images of a large, attractive woman in a variety of poses.After a few months I moved in and set up my computer lab in a bedroom next to her studio. An unexpected bonus is that we were able to help each other find some corporate clients. “Every replicator is capable of creating another copy of itself,” Llew told him, “of converting itself into a larger version, and more than that, each one so created, unless we actively do something about it, contains all the patterns held within the parent replicator. Even those ones are, or can be, monitored by us. To a certain extent it helped us find people like yourselves.“Importantly though, some were ‘lost in transit’. The Earth authorities never knew about them, were never told about.