Gray-streaked wig, fake dugs, compression stockings. Old woman’s clothes. I wouldn’t need the tattoos. I could do the wrinkles myself. The slump, ...he slight limp.“You sure?”“Very.”Callahan called me while I was back in DC. Packing up Mildred Hawkins.“I can go in hard or soft.”Jackson Greene.“Which do you recommend?”“I’d start with soft. Offer him some cash. A thou.”“Fine, I’ll be back in New York this evening.”Clint Callahan was very ... precise in handling money. I handed him an envelope with. We ate dinner and spent time talking about adventures. I was glad to be back.I’d give my share of Herman to Jay and Lenny for a wedding gift before I headed back to the states. How I would treat my leaving Juliana I didn’t know yet but I would want to keep in touch with her for sure with addresses. I wanted to keep in touch with all my girl friends from around the world.But first things first I wanted to take her to Merrell Barracks, show her around. I would get with my guys, Caldwell, let him. .if I took it.As I stared at my reflection, something sort of came over me, about beinga girl I mean. I would never admit this to anyone, but I liked the way Ilooked. Long legs, an average figure, a cute face, the taste of thelipstick, the smell of the makeup, the way my eyes looked, plus the waythe dress felt against my skin, all came together at one time. That'swhen I discovered that I didn't think I would mind being a girl at all.As soon as that thought came to me, I sort of stood up. The girls just watched them, still in shock, some of them still struggling to free themselves from their stocks, in vain of course.I was watching the black-haired girl, the same one who was yelling earlier. She had calmed down a bit and now stood there, defeated and humiliated. Our eyes met. She was very pretty, with a slim waist and beautiful breasts. I thought, that maybe, in another universe, she could have been my girlfriend. But not in this one, here, she is lower form of being. She.