Someone suddenly asked "Tanzila, which is your favourite scene in the magazine?"Tanzila blushed and shooed the question away but was booed until she r...lented. She took the magazine and studied the various scenes of sexual activity slowly for several minutes. She paused several times before hesitantly holding up the centre page and said in an embarrassed way, blushing "This one."It was a hot hot picture of a tall, busty, blonde with a mullet in fishnet stockings. She was on all fours on a thick. Which was, as the saying goes, the first day of the rest of my life - withthe addition of the phrase "as a woman" to wrap it up properly. We packed upall of my male clothes - I had a sufficient wardrobe of female clothes by then- and gave them to Goodwill. From then on, Kevin vanished, never to be seenagain. Karen was here to stay. I still had things to learn and things to do. In between making love andpacking up to move to our new condo, Kyle gave me "girl lessons". In theremaining free. The walls were all made of marble and covered with pictures and paintings that I liked, including a neon Budweiser sign and a painting of 3 dogs playing poker, right next to a copy of the Mona Lisa. It was an odd mix, but I liked it more because of that.There was no telling how long it had been since I'd talked with Zip and my Grandma since time had no meaning in Purgatory, but it seemed like yesterday... as well as a long time ago, both at the same time.I had spent some time just looking at. I did my best to interject here and there, but for the most part, let the two dear old friends enjoy each other’s sorely missed company.Sometime between dinner and desert I felt Sofia’s toes reaching across the table and crawling up my thigh. I enjoyed the sensation, but didn’t think too much of it as this was something she was prone to do after a few drinks, a cliché trope she no doubt picked up after watching one too many movies. Her talented toes continued their mischievous explorations for.