He won’t take you seriously, you’re a woman. He might listen to me. Maybe.” I took a pack of cigarettes from my breast pocket, tapped out a smok... and lit it with my Bic lighter.My boss’s eyes widened in surprise. “You really wanna do that?”“Hell no! But if you do it, you’ll get shot.” I shuddered as I took a drag and tried to keep my knees from trembling.Martha stepped to the Commander’s side and tugged her shirt sleeve. “He’s right Sheila, let him do it.”“All right, we’ll cover you.”Sheila. “Looks like Mamma and the girls stayed over at Prudence’s.”She sat, thinking about how she’d been there all night ... alone ... with him in the house. He’d obviously seen her naked. Almost naked, she admitted to herself grudgingly. Apparently nothing else had happened. She couldn’t get her brain to process that. He hadn’t molested her. She didn’t think he had molested her. She remembered what he looked like naked, standing there in that window. Then, for some reason, Christy’s picture came to. He no longer felt the bump that washis vestigal penis. Instead there was a mound with a groove running downits center. He rose slowly, went to the closet, opened the door, andinspected himself as he had on the first day of his new life. In place ofhis diminished genitals was a perfectly formed, smooth vagina. His chestwas dominated by a pair of modest but unmistakable breasts with high, pinknipples. He turned to his wife for some explanation and she opened her robe,exposing a well made,. Can we?” I nod. She spends a half hour carefully picking out a handful of outfits. I have to help her with a lot of it. Especially the bras. I spend the whole time with a raging boner. Finally we head home. That night, when she comes to my bed, Abigail wears some of the lingerie I bought her. A sexy sheer one-piece thong, with stockings. I fuck her up against the window by the light of the moon. Josias gave me permission to photograph the village. He made sure word got around of what I was.