On our left, were two sets of French doors leading into a semi-round area. Only a bit of glass remained in the door frames. Broken glass littered the ...ining room floor here as well as over on the other side of the room by the broken out windows. A once beautiful wooden table set with five chairs to a side and one on each end still occupied the center of the room. More cobwebs abounded in the room.The huge table, sadly decrepit, still stood in its faded glory, faithfully waiting for the next. He was totally unlike any man she’d ever gone out with before, but she found him both enjoyable to be with and intriguing. His invitation was almost too tempting to turn down. ‘Now, there is one other thing that might affect your decision,’ Brian said. His face reddened a little. ‘Would it be all right if we ate at my place?’ He looked at her hopefully. Fran hesitated a minute before replying then she decided having dinner with him at his home would be all right. After all, they were both. I just asked Jimmy to bring me home. So here I am, feeling frustrated and crying about the whole thing. I'm really something, aren't I!"A great feeling of relief flooded over me. For reasons I couldn't fully understand or explain, I was joyous that Chrissy had chickened out. I realized, though, that it wasn't being fair to her for me to feel that way, and that I had to support and encourage her to continue, even though her first attempt had been a total disaster."Chrissy, sweetheart, it's not. ..she had fucked him. Fucked him. Thereit was.He had burst into tears, wailing, punching his own breasts and yelling,he didn't want tits, he didn't want to be a woman, what was he going todo, how could she be so calm? She had put her now strong arms around him,soothed him with some platitudes about how they might change back asquickly as they had transformed already, and they shouldn't waste theopportunity to enjoy it. He knew what she meant by that and kept cryingquietly as she lifted his.