I'm pulled out of my theorizing by a slight buzzing sound. Looking around me as fast as I can (mysterious buzzing can mean tons of things, none good) ... started to hone in on the noise. A tree, slightly off the path, seemed to be the epicenter.Walking along the grass towards it, I couldn't help but wonder. Could trees actually be able to communicate? Or was this some sort of psychological warfare by people who could send signals into the wood? The buzzing seemed to grow in strength as I. . a mother would do anything. I was a bit hammered and said “boy you can’t imagine what I’d like to see her do in that circumstance.” He laughed and said “It would be fun to find out, boy do I know a team who would jump at that job”. I chuckled and said something about a cool idea but would take some planning. I’d sure love to see the daughters little ass get the same treatment if that were the case. Might be fun if niether knew what had happened to the other. Ahh what a daydream. We clinked. All we could do was to turn around and fly home, and, to be truthful, I was just as happy not to have to drop any bombs that day. I was still moping about from saying goodby to Connie, and I probably would have missed the balloon if I had been forced to dive at it.The next day, I was feeling better. That was partly because I had moved back into my regular barracks cot and was just one of the guys again. The bed was not as comfortable as the one at our apartment, but I didn't care very much. Then she told me that this might be her last standing ovation to her pee because she was heading towards the hospital for her final and last sex change operation where she will get female parts in place of male parts.It was all ended on laughing note from her but I was still in phase of shock because I have heard many time about ladyboys but I haven't met any till then.Though I have fantasize many times about ladyboys whioe seeing then on the internet but still that was my first one on one.