Stepping over to her, I handed her back the wig. "Please put this back on, Shelly. You look like a space alien. A very beautiful space alien."Shelly l...ughed. "Okay, I admit it's not the same," she said. "After all, nobody told me I had to become a man because I lost my hair." Exactly," I said, sitting at my vanity table again, "but in the last analysis, I was the one that changed my sex, when I embraced my womanhood and made it mine."Shelly stepped over to me and leaned forward, so she could. Mrs. Smith wasalready in the hospital and they were discussing baby names."Well, what shall we name our baby, dear?" We have had this discussion so many times. I am still of the opinionthat we should respect my dad's wishes. My dad was John Smith, I am JohnSmith the 2nd and my dad wanted his grandson to be known as John Smiththe 3rd." I know, dear, but John Smith is such a commonplace name." Well, I like it." Can't we compromise? How about we name him Jon, rather than John? Hecould be known as. "Gazoo?" Son of a-- You'd think Bill Hanna would have been more grateful for thosewishes. Instead he's made me a bloody laughingstock. No. I am not Gazoo,"the little guy practically yelled. While going through his tirade hefloated off the dresser and hovered in midair. Just like in theFlintstones."Got it," Darren said quickly. "So what do I call you?" Kazam," he answered. Then added, "Yeah, I know. Alla Kazam. That's me.Another guy I helped a long time ago. Let it go." OK, sure. Kazam, are you. She kept her distance at home, and at the pool and I was not brave enough to approach her. I jacked off every day as I thought about her sexy body and how she had masturbated for me.I was just getting ready to head over to the pool to meet Dave and Greg when Christa called me and said that she was all alone at home today and that if I wanted to come over it would be OK.I wasted no time hopping on my bike and heading over to Christa's house. She answered the door in a tight tank top, her little.