Lifting it up, he stared deep into her eyes, “it is more than allowed when you are not well. I do believe that you will never have to be afraid of w...at the males on your planet did to you.”Shocked, Bee stared back into Hartwell’s eyes, seeing something there she’d not seen before. Then it occurred to her what he had said. Her eyes flew wide, she did not feel any of the compulsions that she had felt most of her adult life.“You ... you have cured me?” A truly shocked Bee asked.“I believe that we. Men dressed as French maids, (or whatever). They couldn'tpass on a moonless night at midnight. There is an exception and that isshe-males. Most of them not only could pass, but they are beautiful.But is seems that all they do is suck. If a TV looked like that, hewould go over to the other side in a heartbeat.So, here I am, a mature, married male, who not only enjoys wearingwomen's clothes, but tries to play the part of a woman. but cannot evergo out in public, because my mind and my body. I had given it a quick glance but now I looked directly at her sex. My heart stopped, my mind reeled and my knees gave out, I almost collapsed to the floor beside the bed. Taylor’s pubic hair was trimmed and shaped in a bikini cut, almost identical to Mona’s.I pulled the blanket back over Taylor and escaped to my own room. What the hell had I just done? What had I just seen?I couldn’t sleep. I lay in my bed and thought about Mona and Taylor. Finally I gave up and went back to my computer and. That she was lying was obvious enough."Err, might help if I knew what this 'uncle' of yours looked like lass," Franso replied, stressing the word "uncle". Jenna didn't notice."He's a bit taller than yourself, though not much, fairly thin, with a scar on his face right here" she said, pointing to her left temple.Franso's breath caught in his throat. He knew immediately who she was looking for. In fact, he was expecting a visit from the very person she was describing that afternoon. But why would.