"Are we bothering you?"I squirmed as a roving hand stroked my nipple through the flimsy bikini top, my bust being just under the water line."Not at al...," I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. "What would make you think that?"The lads laughed, and took that as permission to continue, especially as one hand had crept between my upper thighs and I had opened my legs to allow it easier access. Meanwhile, I just lay back and enjoyed it.The hands stroked my slit through the fabric, and. No, I was not some latter-day Count Dracula with his horrid taste for human blood and the bite of death that seemed all too boring from a layman’s point of view.I was rather more just a fortunate recipient of a blessing in the form of a curse that made me indestructible except for the reason of drowning and the inability to inhale oxygen in its natural form. There was no medical logic to it in all truth but I was not arguing the fact that I had survived for some four hundred years already with. ”Aimee replied, “I don’t think I have enough energy yet to get up. Please just tell me.”I told her, “My last name is Winslow.”Aimee said, “Wait a minute, as in Jerry Winslow.”I nodded my head.She asked, “Not Jeremiah Winslow, but Jerry Winslow?”I explained to her, “Jeremiah is my given name, but I go by Jerry in all business matters so that I can keep my lives separate. The thing you need to know is that I am the Master of Masters West of the Mississippi. Of the 250 or so registered Masters, I. For the first time in my life, I realized something about myself. I was never meant to be a man. There were some major incompatibilities between my male persona and my now truer self. Had I just been harboring resentments of how things could have been this whole time?It was clear to me now, there was no more time to waste, no more holding back! I’d always been attracted to the girly-girl type of women who made an effort to look ultra-sexy and feminine, grabbing the razor and shaving foam, then.