She feltlike a stranger. Odd, out of place, a freak. A puzzle piece that doesnot and cannot fit.What was worse was that Trace knew she would never eve... considerconventional female to male reassignment surgery. Trace knew it wouldjust be a lie. A grotesque cut and paste over the female rather than atrue restoration of the male.Trace Willard. Tracie Willard. Tracey Willard the panty and bra wearinggirlie girl. Just before Trace tipped over into hysterical emotionalpanic, Sergeant First Class. Sure, I know you like my body, you're a man, and you're human. But I can tell. You really like me. I don't mean me - tits, me - ass, me - pussy, you like ME. If you don't ask me on a date again, I'll ask you. OK?" OK! I better get going. I have to work my "other job" in the morning." I said with a wink causing her to smile.I really wanted to get home and digest everything that went on that night. I really thought I would have a negative perception of Kettie afterwards, but it was not like that. As the only female Overlord in Oceanus, she tended to attract the most attention from the other Overlords. Where she went, the rest generally followed. Where Doran used his way with words to sway others, Freya used her charisma and her voluptuous body."I will likely not contact you again before the Conclave, Roquan, so I look forward to seeing you in the flesh. It will have been a long time indeed."Roquan gave a single respectful nod, temporarily speechless at this possible hopeful turn to his. Looking up, she noticed her bedroom curtains were softly waving from the wind coming through the screen. “Shit,” she thought, “probably left the balcony door open again.” She sat up, dangling her legs over the side of the bed, and fumbled with her feet until they found and slid into her slippers. She was about to retrieve her night robe when she thought, as dark as the night was, her nightgown would suffice. As she entered the hallway, she saw a light coming, seemingly by the lamp in the corner.