There was now a void."NO!" I screamed out. "No, you misunderstood what I was, you damn ghost! I don't want to be a girl for the REST OF MY LIFE! I ...ust like to dress up as one from time to time to relief my stress, but I don't really want to BE ONE! PLEASE, come back! Oh, PLEASE COME BACK AND CHANGE ME INTO A MAN AGAIN. OH, PLEASE!"I continued to cry out for her, knowing my begging was useless. She had told me they were leaving, and I would never see her again. Mrs. Mason had thought. He was facing me, and was struggling with my bra clasp. I told him softly, "Toby, if you want to stand behind me and undo the clasp, I'll hold the cups in place until you come back to face me." With that, Toby stepped behind me, undid the clasp, letting the straps fall free. I was true to my word; I held the cups in place until he could come back around and uncover my breasts. He was agonizingly slow in returning to face me; he took hold of my bra, and slowly slid it down my arms. "Would you. If you believed their claims, everyone from the Equality Now movement (who wanted to remove all Noble Houses, Merchant Houses and Governments with a modern day neo-Marxist polity with all decisions being made by popular vote.) to the “Defenders of the Heavens” (those who claimed Mankind had trespassed on God’s realm by forcing their way off God’s planet, i.e. Terra) were behind the attacks. Or at least some of the attacks.In short, to use the parlance of one of my digital contacts, an option. She had curves in all the right places. Every ounce of her body fat was probably contained in her breasts. I then noticed that she didn't have any of her fiery red hair over her pussy. I could see her pink folds peeking out from between her legs."God, Clarissa. You're gorgeous," I said.Clarissa blushed. "Thank you, Jake." I mean it, you're so beautiful." You know, you're pretty handsome, yourself."I shook my head. "Me? I'm skin and bones." You've got a nice chest, a very nice ass, and no girl's.