" That kind of defeats the purpose doesn't it, how are you going to learnto be more yourself?" It's a start Brenda, it's slow but I'm learning to like...me. There'sanother thing though, I feel like I'm being followed." Are you sure, maybe you're imagining it?" Maybe, it might be my insecurities coming to the surface. It's funny,the more I become Tiffany, the less safe I feel." That's probably what it is, I wouldn't worry about it, just be careful."Brenda called Bill Cline and arranged a meeting. As heexamined his body further. His skin had a slight hue to it. Like someonehad spray-painted bubblegum pink over it. Flexing around he noticed thatevery part of him was evenly discolored. More so, he felt the slighttugging on his back again. He twisted and turned till he saw somethingswish behind him. A few tries later he caught a piece of it.Wings! Of course, he had some. Apparently, every pixie had wings. Whywas he even surprised to find them? He tucked on his caught wing toexamine it. He said something, and she looked too, and reachedbetween them, taking him, it, in one hand. I saw herlegs move more apart, I saw her hips rotate, saw herlook as he lowered himself, saw her lift, saw both ofher hands now move down there, flat on her pelvis, I wassure opening herself for him, but I could still see thatrod reaching toward her, then grow shorter as he loweredhimself, until there was no space at all between them,until they were connected, until the deed was done, adifferent. I laughed saying as I wrote out the checks, if they were up to the challenge I was willing to write out nearly another hundred million dollars. Their laughter suddenly ended and the room got quiet as I asked if they were up to the challenge.The hike down to the hanger this time was different from the couple of times they had been allowed down there as they always had an escort taking them to wherever they had to go. At first, all of them complained about the need to have an escort but after the.