He knew that he would get to see it all another time. Back in the sitting room, Gracie drew Dan’s lips to her breasts and encouraged him to gently n...bble the nipples and lightly suck the whole boob. Dan was an eager and fast learner, just like his Dad, and immediately proceeded to feast on his Mom’s boobies sending her spiraling into orbit. He took the lead then and slowly made his way down, heading for the deep south. As he traveled down, his fingers caught the elastic of her thong and slid. Meghan looked so young now - maybe mid-30s andstunning, low, thin eyebrows over intense eyes - a woman who abided nononsense. "Everything up top stays the same. The neural interface sees tothat. But a lot of things that people hold as pretty core parts of theiridentities aren't up there. Body identity, sexuality, and so on. Usually, itdoesn't matter all that much because you're changing into a pretty similarbody. Other times..." Other times, you accidentally get turned into your own wet dream,". ”Kelly’s eyes grew wide, “Can’t we try to find her, Mama Emmy? Maybe CJ can help?”I was choking up; then I noticed that everyone else was also. How do you tell a three-year-old that her mother is dead in such a way that she might understand it? The next thing I knew, CJ had climbed out of the playpen and was standing behind Kelly with his little arms around her hips, joining in the hug.Emmy looked at her sadly, “We know where she is Baby, but, her Spirit isn’t in her body any longer. She’s with. Now I have to deal with so muchtestosterone damage. I need to do something. But what was I going todo? I need help. I can't do anything on my own. With more alcohol inmy veins, I finally got the guts to look for a gender therapist. Well,not only to look for one but to contact one. In the middle of thenight. Via email. Boom. Sent. Wow.I felt relieved. I think. I don't know. I was drunk. Not too drunk tostop drinking. There it goes, the pain numbs down. Or is the relief?Maybe I should check my.