When he asked for my ID, I slapped it down on the bar in triumph. But it was a week night and my friends had long since left. The cute bartender’s s...ile was starting to look strained. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just felt like something was missing. As if on cue, she walked up to me. I had seen her with her companion earlier in the evening. They were an attractive couple and I had felt the urge to call them over to the party. Now she stood next to me, called the bartender over and. There's rabbits in the back yard.'Nang jumps up on the side of the tub, gets his balance, steps on to my leg so he has front legs on me and back legs on the tub, murrggles, and stretches.'Get the one back there. Right where the tail and ass meet ... yeah ... that one. More! Like that!'Then I'm getting these word pictures in my head, my hand follows the pictures and I'm scratching exactly where he wants.'Oops, I'm done ... you can stop now.'He gets down ... no claws. 'Now, let me out. I have a. He saw me as a woman as everyone else in theworld now does. As the shock wore off, I realized what I had done to myhair.?Damn it,? I sighed.***Despite my ruined hair, Chris took me out to dinner for a group date.We had been asked to go by Chris? sister, Sarah. I decided to staycasual with a sweatshirt and jeans. I placed my fake breasts on mystill small breasts. I counted the days until my breast surgery.?Glad you could make it,? Sarah smiled at her brother as we arrived.?Sure. This is Jill,?. #2: Pause, then, #2: #1: #2: #6: We ALL saw it - just to the right of the doorway into our room there were three nails sticking out of the wall. Dangling from one of the nails was a ring of keys! With a pistol on one of the others and their belts and knife sheaths on the floor below the nails, but who gives a fuck about those
