And your toes." Samantha giggled."Now don't you wish you had some color on your toe nails? Red would makesuch a nice accent for your nylons." "No, and...I don't want any color on my fingers either. That Nikki is goingto tell everyone." So what?"Julie entered the room wearing suntan hose under her jean shorts. Sheleaned back in an easy chair across from the couch."Nice legs Julie," remarked Samantha."What do you mean 'so what'? My reputation is going to be ruined." No one's going to care. Well, a. The last thing I do before I go to sleep is pray to be changed. Every single day I..." he trailed off. This was a lot of effort for him, I could tell."I never wanted to be like this. I never asked to be different. I've wished I was straight, I've wished I was gay; I've wished I was fucking dead." He smiled, weakly. "None of it ever came true, of course. All I know is that when I look in the mirror I see someone I despise."I tried to interject, to tell him it wasn't all bad, but he interrupted. ?"I nodded. "Mostly." What about... ?"I shrugged. "Two are done. The one is done except for that one section. They've got good starts on the other three."From the corner of my eye I saw Robbie looking questioningly at Tami. "What the hell?"Tami shrugged. "They've had some kind of secret for a couple weeks."I worked hard at not grinning. "So what do you think?" I asked Mikee.She hesitated. "We should ask... ?"I nodded. "Why don't you call 'em."Mikee nodded and headed for her house."Game of. I was a rookie just into my twenties, more a pin-up girl than a butch fighting feminine policewoman, in fact I was caught up between the sexes, with as many of my female friends as desperate for my attention, as male colleagues, during our patrols.The high testosterone and oestrogen levels attributed to the nature of the job, then there was the power surge one felt when cuffing someone and rendering them helpless.I had seen my female colleague undo a violent young man's pants and put her hand.