The only thing she had was that suitcase. She looked like she had no cares in the world. Except for the man that took the picture.That night Jessie pa...ked all of her clothes into a duffle bag it wasn't a suitcase like her mom's, but it would do. She picked it up and put it over her shoulder then headed down the stairs."Where the fuck do you think, you're going?" Jimmy said standing up from his chair."I'm leaving," Jessie said standing firm. "It's over Jimmy. It has been over for a while now.". She didn't mind having been transformed from a man to a shemale. She had always fantasized about becoming more feminine, so it was good fortune that Mistress Rhonda had found and taken her. She almost envied what this new man was about to go through. Toni knew better. She knew the painful humiliation that could be experienced in the training bedroom. She had enjoyed being a man until Jennifer first seduced her, missed some of her old life, the babes she used to screw almost every night, her. . ‘Very well,’ Jorgensen said, visibly crestfallen by his inability to simply ask her to dinner. ‘Contact this Iranian. And call me as soon as you learn anything. I’ll be at home tonight. Alone. So call me . . . any time.’ Andersen smiled callously at the old man’s servile ineptitude. She would sleep with him to further her career – that didn’t bother her. What did bother her was this high level minister didn’t have the balls to make a play for her. It was written all over his shaken, pasty. And sometimes Lucy went back home to stay with her mom for a day or two and then one day she had gone home because her mom had called her and said she wasn't feeling well and when Lucy got there she found her mom on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and she had had a heart attack, and Lucy had called for an ambulance and she called me from the hospital and she said “Can you come, I think mom is dead” and she didn't cry or anything.And Lucy took care of everything with the funeral and.