She only pretends to be a male for as short a time as possible, then quickly comes home to throw of her disgusting male clothes and dress in proper, b...autiful, clothes that a female like her should only be wearing. Even if she wanted to go back to being male at this point, she cannot because she looks and feels so much better as her true gender and in all likelihood already spent a small fortune on clothes so what would be the point of throwing it all away?Phase 9: Tipping point. The sissy will. I have no idea where it is.”“This way, my friend.”The place wasn’t far, and Pompeil emerged from his office almost immediately after the doorman to the warehouse admitted them.“Ah, welcome. Come, let us browse my stores and see if there is anything to your liking. If not, I will be glad to commission something appropriate.”“You know, Pompeil, you’re going to go broke if you keep this up.”The merchant laughed. “Ah, rest assured that I have a very long way to go before I exhaust my coin. I have. "Follow that," Claude said, but the boy already was.Renee watched as he struggled up the stairs. He was thin- if he had any muscle, it was not very defined- and both the box and his wavy blond hair conspired to hide his face from hers.She wanted to ask Claude what was going on, who were these people, but then more arrived.It was another man, short, with a pronounced widows peak. Claude greeted him like an old friend, and directed the two girls carrying his luggage with another bot. They were. Seeya' soon."Mirantha and I hurry to the truck parked around the corner on 56thStreet, unlock it, jump in, start it and drive to the intersection,then turn right in front of the happily waving Tyber family. * * * *** * * * *** * * *It's a slow, comfortable stroll through Central Park, Johnathyn and Iholding hands while Leeanna darts here and there, sometimes holding myhand and other times just running around. We look like a typical familyout for a walk in the late.