Just half an inch, but all overmy head. Not just where it had been before my cancer, but where it hadbeen when I was a child. And just like my hair ...s a child it was blonde.Even without the cloth I still looked female. A mature woman with veryshort hair. Almost desperately I checked my chest and my crotch. No signthere of feminization. Except my testicles - they were definitelysmaller. But the treatment I received at home could have caused that.But the hair seemed to be a significant. "Don't go anywhere." I scooted out the door, into the hallway. Chike was still there, as were a couple of uniforms, posted at another door. "Told you she was fine," Chike smiled, as I approached. "The bastard is in there," he pointed to the uniforms guarding the door. "She fucked him up pretty good. Serves him right."I paused. Part of me wanted to see the man who hurt my baby. Another part thought it would be best left alone, and that's the part that won today. I'd hear the details later, from. I didn't want it to end and even though sex was practically non-existent, I still wanted to try. (NO this isn't a weird tear jerker - just bear with me lol). Because things were so cold at home I decided to try to find anything to fill my time - one of the things I did was enter a dart league along with a couple of people that I worked with - including my Boss. Of course, my wife had no interest so once a week I played darts and she sat at home. My Boss's wife was also in the league and we. I've decided to become alesbian. George: That sounds like it might be interesting. Tell me Elaine, when twolesbians go out on a date for dinner, which one picks up the check.Elaine: How in the hell should I know and why would you even be interested?George: It's just that when a man and a woman go out it is traditional forthe man to pick up the check. So I was wondering what happens when it istwo women who go out. Elaine: I guess the manlier one does or they split it or if that doesn'twork, they.