I looked at her and didn’t know what to say. Congratulations? “You mean you are lesbians?”Sarah laughed and I laughed along, nervously.“Don’... let one woman ruin your night, sweetie. Why not have fun with two who can make you feel better?”I didn’t know what to say. Was she flirting with me? The daughter stopped laughing. Now she looked at me with a How-about-it? look on her face. My first thought was: Oh my God, they have sex with each other.“Wait, are you both asking me to go home with you? I. At least, it was new to them.He carried the box out to the truck and put it in the bed, with more care than necessary. It contained the last of their clothes and wasn’t fragile – his shirts weren’t going break if he dropped the box. It was just that after the dozen trips between the apartment and the house, he had gotten into the habit of treating each box as if it held his wife’s favorite set of China.He opened the door and said, “I’ve got to drop off the key with the manager. I’ll be right. In fact, she was relieved by it. She felt herself starting to shake a little, and Kacey's touch helped soothe that somewhat, at least to where it wasn't nearly as noticeable. Finding her voice, she gazed into Kacey's chocolate eyes and almost lost herself. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster, and had suddenly hit a steep downhill slope, unexpectedly. Her words came out a little hoarser than she wanted, "I think it's a good idea. You're right. It's not gross, not at all. I think. Nor did the officials at the license bureau.Within a few months, my hair was long enough to rid myself of the wig and maintain the same pageboy style. With Pam's assistance, I had groomed my eyebrows to a feminine shape. She asked me if I'd consider permanent removal of my beard and other masculine body hair, at her expense. I readily agreed to it so she arranged laser treatments for me. In one month, my beard was completely gone, my eyebrows were permanently arched, and they were working.