What's it like to be someone else? I mean, you can pretty much be whoever you want to be, can't you?" I suppose that's true in a way, but not as much ...s you would think. I'm still the same person inside that I always was. It's not like I suddenly threw away all the things I used to like and decided I would love following NASCAR and collecting stamps from South America just because I wanted to be someone different. You don't change the core of who you are so easily." But isn't being a girl a big. " Hmm," thought George. "You can't come up with one of those on your own?" No, sorry George, that responsibility lies with you."George thought hard as he ran through a number of names in his head. "We could always go with a normal sounding name like Smith or Anderson, or Johnsen. Like any of those?"Dawn looked less than thrilled about them. "I will like any name you pick for me George, as long as you like it." No, no. It has to be something we both like. It's not everyday you get to pick. Tara had also been trying for Paul, and had been just as brusquely rejected.."Why won't he do it?" she moaned to Tara, "is it that I am not attractive?" Of course not," Tara assured her, kissing her softly and caressing a pert tit, "you are so sexy. Have you asked him why not?"Zoe moved into Tara's embrace, returning the kiss."Yes, but he just laughs," she confided, "and says he is my brother, and it would not be right." Well that is true," conceded Tara, "you know it is incest. Sadly, he. Chelsea and Kendra fussed and smiled at each other, serving from the sizzling platter. Elaine and Gary glanced at each other. He winked again and she blushed hard. Once they were done serving, Chelsea offered cracked pepper and Elaine could only nod, her mouth too dry to trust with speech. She then replenished their wineglasses and Kendra their water. Gary seemed unaffected by Elaine’s hand on his leg, breaking his bread and buttering half of it. But she knew better. She knew.