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The Friendly Skies Pt. 3 By Veronica Vale The morning of my first day on the job was a cocktail of tingles and butterflies in my stomach. I went with a basic up-do for my hair and decided not to over-do it with my accessories for the first day, so I just went with a pair of silver earrings with large pink stones in them, a silver wristwatch and a couple of silver rings, one for each hand. I made sure to use plenty of pink lip gloss. I exhaled. "Okay, girl. You can do this!" I said to myself in the mirror. On the shuttle bus to the airport there were a couple of attendants and pilots from other airlines. The pilots were both very handsome and found myself becoming fascinated with their conversation. I noticed one of them looking at me from time to time and I always felt myself blushing. I would nervously check my manicure each time he looked over at me. I felt exhilarated as I got to the security checkpoint and flashed my TransGlobo badge and was able to go through the flight attendant security line. The TSA guys were so much nicer to me now! It was so great being a pretty girl. My first flight was to be TG499 to Houston. I located the gate and enjoyed every second of the close to half mile walk through the airport as I walked with a purpose, my heels clopping, my posture perfect. I drank in the stares of men as I walked and I felt complete. As I got to the gate, I saw two other TransGlobo flight attendants there. We were hard to miss....our uniforms so pink and our faces done up so glamorously. "Oh hi!" chirped the tall brunette extending her hand. "You must be Molly. I'm Rachel. I hear you are just starting today! Oh my God, you must be sooooooo excited!" "Hi Rachel," I said. "Yes, yes. I can't believe it. I'm nervous...but mostly excited to get up in the air." The other girl introduced herself. "Hi Molly, I'm Tiffany. I was new only like a few weeks ago. I swear within five minutes it was like I had done this for twenty years. It's....what we were made to do!" We all laughed. "Oh wow!" I said. "Another new girl, cool. How about you Rachel?" "I was turned about a year and half ago. And I've loved every second of it!" "I know!" I said. "I still can't believe I'm a...." "Girl?" interrupted Tiffany. "Yes!" I said. "It's just soooo much fun." "Well, the real fun is about to start, Molly," said Rachel. "Come, let's get on the plane now that we are all here and get ready for boarding." As we got on board, Rachel made sure to notify the pilots that it was my first day. "Captain Roundtree, we have a new girl doing her very first shift today. This is Molly." The captain, who was seated in his chair, was a good looking man in his forties, clean shaven and seemed like he was in great shape. I, of course, was immediately spellbound by him. He looked me over. "Very nice to have you on our team, Molly." He seemed very focused on his work, as he should be. I was just thrilled to hear him say my name! Before long, the passengers began getting on board the plane and I was positioned in the back to make sure all overhead bag space was utilized appropriately. It was so fun to be bubbly and outgoing. I felt tingles go through me whenever I called someone "honey" or "sweetie", like I was being positively reinforced for doing so. I made sure to have a permanent smile on my face and make sure that each passinger's immediate needs were met. As we taxied down the runway, I took note of Rachel's safety and evacuation speech and how funny she was! She was soooo cute and had the whole airplane laughing. I knew that in a few months I would have enough experience to do the same speech and I paid close attention. She looked sooooo cute! Once inflight, Tiffany and I worked the same beverage cart and I was just so thrilled every time I used my long nails to open up cans. It was still unbelievable to me that these were my hands! Small and adorned with sparkly rings and long pink nails. That was the true highlight of serving the beverages, in addition to providing excellent service of course. Before I knew it, we were on the ground in Houston! The first flight went so fast, and went so seamlessly. It was so satisfying to stand near the front door and smile and wave good bye to everyone as they deplaned. I felt so.....accommodating. "Molly, you killed it, girl!" squeaked Rachel. "You're definitely one of us!" "Thank you, Rachel! Oh my God, that was so amazing. I can't wait for the next flight." My next flight was in 90 minutes, going from Houston to Seattle . I first headed straight to the ladies' room to touch up my makeup. As I was dabbing on my pink lipgloss, a flight attendant from Delta came out of one of the stalls and settled in at the sink next to me. She was older, in her fifties or so. "God, you TransGlobo girls, the shit they make you go through. I feel for you honey. Must take hours to look like that." I smiled nervously at her, not knowing what to say. After a couple of moments I just said, "Today's my first day. I really like it." "Yes I know. All of you like it. That's what you all say." I smiled at her again. I started to speak. "Well, TransGlobo is...." She cut me off and said, "...the leading airline in customer service for the last six years and it is an honor to be a part of a winning team. Is that what you were going to say?" She had literally taken the words right out of my mouth. How did she know exactly what I was going to say? "Yes...." I said softly. "How does it feel...to have no free will? Seriously, doesn't that bother you? Don't you remember what it was like when you had a soul?" I started feeling anxious. This was the first time since my conversion that I had felt anything other than absolutely wonderful. "I....I....just like providing good customer service and making people happy." The woman turned to me and smiled. "That's fucked up. But hey, as long as you're happy. Fly safe." I turned and watched her leave and continued to feel anxious. All I had done was come into the bathroom to touch up my lip gloss and this woman was angry with me. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I looked sad. But my outfit was so cute and I looked like a living doll...and soon I was happy again. I liked being me. I was Molly now and this was who I was meant to be! All this awful woman had done was made me love my TransGlobo sisters even more and I was proud to be one of them! I decided I didn't want any more run-ins with any mean and hateful flight attendants from other airlines, so I just headed straight to the gate for the Seattle flight to wait until the rest of my crew arrived. I was content to sit near the gate, cross my legs and occasionally inspect my beautiful manicure. I could spend all day looking at my pretty rings and nails! After an entertaining hour of taking in the sights of the airport, watching people come by, I noticed one of the pilots for our flight coming towards the gate. He was a nice-looking guy, probably around forty-five years old, kind of nerdy and had a bit of a beer gut, but looked easy-going. Of course, I was immediately drawn to him, him being in the uniform and all. I felt myself getting excited as he wandered near me. "Going to Seattle?" he asked me. "Yes, sir," I said happily. "Only my second flight. It's my first day." "Oh, cool," said the pilot. "Yeah, it seems like we have a lot of you newer girls starting these days. And you all just seem to be getting prettier and prettier, to be honest." I blushed. "Thank you." "What's your name?" he asked. "I'm Molly," I said excitedly. "Molly, I'm Captain Snediker. Very nice to meet you." He paused, looking me over. "I'm calling dibs on you after the flight, okay?" I felt my heart race as I was shocked at how quickly we arrived at this point. I looked him over, immediately feeling myself becoming attracted to him. I loved that he was gentle-mannered and mildly out-of-shape. I loved that guys could be kind of pudgy and unremarkable in the looks department....and they still had power over me. It made me feel even more submissive. I nodded excitedly. "You know what I mean, right Molly?" "I.....I...think so, yes. Yes sir." "What do I mean, Molly?" he said softly, sitting down next to me. "Um," I said nervously. "You...uh...mean...you want to take me...to wherever you are staying...um...after the flight." "Uh huh," he said. "And you're fine with that, aren't you?" "Yes sir," I said, making direct eye contact. He had such powerful eyes. "Good," he said. "Then it's settled. Have a good flight and then come find me after we land." "Yes, sir," I said excitedly. I felt....needed, wanted. Useful. I felt special. Captain Snediker. I looked at him, smiling at him, thinking, "OMG you're the one that's going to take my virginity. I can't wait to....feel your touch. Take me, sir. I'm yours....to do whatever you please." I felt the butterflies going through me as he walked past me and down the jet bridge. I kept nervously inspecting my manicure and trying to suppress my giggles. Finally I had the much needed distraction of another TransGlobo girl showing up. "Hey you," said a tall brunette with her hair in a really complicated and awesome bun that I immediately adored. "I'm Amelia." "Molly!" I said daintily extending my hand. "It's my first day! Second flight." "Awwww, a newbie! Welcome aboard, Molly! It's a wonderful life." "Yes," I said excitedly. "It sure is." Amelia and I chatted about our outfits and how much we loved our new lives as girls and as flight attendants. But we both couldn't help but notice when the other pilot arrived. He was an older man, maybe in his seventies. He had silver hair, was clean shaven, was wearing aviator shades and chewed his gum rapidly and purposefully. He strode confidently through the gate area and paid no attention to Amelia or I. After he went by, Amelia turned to me with a playful face. "Captain Grisham," she said sassily. "He's a real...tiger, to put it mildly." "Um..." I asked playfully. "How do you mean?" "Just you know....I got turned a year and half ago. So I've flown with him a few times now." "And....?" I asked playfully. "Well, let's just say," said Amelia. "You're a new girl. There's a real good chance you'll be spending some time with him tonight." "Oh?" I asked quizzicallly. "He...didn't even notice me." "He noticed you," smiled Amelia. "Believe me." "Huh. Well, I don't know if I should be saying this....but the other pilot... Captain Snediker...he kind of already....expressed his interest." "He'll be losing it once Grisham breaks it all down for him. Grisham's one of the big dogs at TransGlobo." "Big...dogs?" I asked curiously. "Alpha male stuff. That's just how it is with our flyboys. Boys being boys. Things us girls don't understand. But of course, we appreciate it....don't we?" "Yes," I said softly. "My mind is blown. I didn't even think he noticed me." "Come, Molly," said Amelia. "Let's go prep the cabin. We have a job to do before any of that." "Uh huh, yes," I said. My mind was still reeling from the wrinkle Amelia had thrown before me. It would be hard to concentrate on my job but I was glad to have Amelia with me to help me stay focused. I could tell she knew that I was nervous and excited. Once we were in the air and we were prepping the beverage cart, she took my hand and said, "However it goes tonight, just remember you were made to please men. And anyone as pretty as you will have no problem doing just that. And you've got four hundred sisters who all have your back!" I felt like I was about to cry. "Thanks, Amelia. I'll be fine. I don't want to think about it right now. I don't....want my mascara to run while I'm serving drinks." We both laughed. And as I eased into the beverage service, I was able to take my mind off my butterflies a little bit and found myself focused more on providing excellent customer service with a smile. After we had got through the whole cabin, Amelia and I hi-fived each other as we had successfully filled all the orders on the entire aircraft. It was something we instinctively took great pride in. Eventually, the plane touched down and Amelia and I took our positions near the cockpit and smiled and waved goodbye to all the passengers. I exhaled as the last passengers exited and was in the process of adjusting one of my hair clips when I felt an arm slide around my waist. Excitedly, I turned and saw that Captain Grisham was right behind me. "C'mon sugar lips," he said in a deep register, while smacking his gum as he talked. "I'm done flying for the night and I could use some company." I looked up at him...his jaw was so square and masculine, and I could taste the mintiness of his gum...it was so intoxicating. His arm, still around me, pulling me a little closer. I could see my reflection in his aviator glasses and I saw my face betraying a faint smile, my eyes wide open. "Um," I said nervously. "I...." "It's okay, sugar baby," he said. "Snediker will get you next time. He's a young pup, he ain't going anywhere. Me, I'm an old dog....don't know how many more times I'll get to sample a gorgeous piece of ass like you. I got you tonight and that's been decided." "Yes, sir," I said hungrily. I could feel myself becoming wet down below. His confidence, his boyish playfulness coupled with his manliness, his advanced age....it was all turning me on badly. Amelia blew me a kiss and I think I managed to shoot her a look indicating that I was over the moon. Captain Grisham and I walked purposefully, almost in rhythm, our eyes straight ahead as we made our way through the airport and towards the taxi ranks. He kept my arm in a forceful hold as if to remind me that he was in charge and I had no say in the matter. Of course this made me even wetter as we walked at the pace he was setting. We climbed into the first available taxi and he told the driver, "Hyatt Regency, quicker the better." As we began to drive, he pulled out a package of gum and offered it to me. "Sure," I said eagerly. But as I was about to take a fresh piece from his hand, he snatched it away and put it back in his pocket. "You know what?" He said, removing the piece he had been chomping on from his mouth. "I got a piece right here." I looked as the chewed up piece with that had been in his mouth was now resting on his finger. I felt the waves of submission going through me as I touched the slimy used piece of gum and popped it in my mouth and began to chew. It was mildly degrading.....and I loved it. I loved tasting his gum, his saliva....and his power. "Good girl," he said, laughing wickedly. "You like chewing my gum. That's not all you're gonna chew on." I made sure to keep looking at him as I took in the flavor of his used piece of gum. I was so turned on now. I felt like I had the smallest piece of him in my mouth and I couldn't wait for the main course. "It's delicious, Captain," I said softly, blinking my eyes submissively. He grinned playfully and moved his index finger close to my mouth. I instinctively wrapped my lips around it and began to suck. His finger was so....wide...and I could taste the dirt underneath his fingernails. It was the opposite of feminine grooming....his hand was rugged and dirty.....I was so attracted to it all! "You like my gum, sugar lips?" He said softly. "Swallow it. Swallow my gum, and I will be inside you forever." I obediently let the gum go down my throat as unnatural as that was. I closed my eyes and moaned softly for him. "That's right baby. They say it takes fifteen years for that to pass through you. I'll be inside you a long, long time." "Yes, sir," I said. "Thank you." The cab pulled up to the hotel and within 10 minutes we were through the door of the hotel and our tongues were locked in a desperate fusion. I heard myself yelping and squealing as I drank in the intensity of his kiss....the combination of musky manliness, aftershave and of course the residue of his minty fresh gum. I could feel the eyes in my head rolling back as he pressed his giant hands against my face and began to snort and grunt. It was as if I had been waiting for this moment my whole life.....I was being ravaged by a man, and I loved it! The next half hour saw me stripped down naked and placed on all fours as he straddled me doggy style and impaled me with his slightly bent old man's penis. There was very little foreplay....my virginity was taken within minutes and I wouldn't have had it any other way. He proceeded to spank me, to pinch my nipples, to bite me, to call me names, and to forcefully grab my hair and force my face against the pillow. I was being used, I was being rammed and I was drowning in the ecstasy of it all. I was....a real woman now. I was a receptacle for a dominant man and I couldn't have been more elated. Every now and then I managed to steal a glance of my tiny hands with their pink nail polish intertwined with his big, masculine hands. He had a West Point college ring like so many of the pilots did, with the giant onyx stone in the middle. It was so masculine. I was drowning in a sea of masculine power. Suddenly I heard him begin to wail and I could feel his dick throbbing and expanding. I moaned and wailed too as I felt the hot spray inside me! There was no comparable feeling to it....the feeling of a man cumming inside me! It felt incredible. I was not sure if I was having an orgasm or not, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that Captain Grisham was cumming. That's all that mattered. Within a few moments, I was snuggled up next to him as he began snoring and I was gently running my little fingers through his gray chest hair. I loved this part soooooo much. I got to feel his warmth, drink in his sweaty masculine stink and feel satisfied knowing that he was dreaming sweet dreams thanks to my pleasuring of him. I smiled wickedly knowing that just a couple weeks ago, I was a lonely directionless boy named Travis who had no idea how delicious men were. He would have been horrified to learn that in the near future, he would be in bed with a seventy-five year old man. But I was Molly now. And this was heaven. I exhaled and hoped that I would be able to stay awake another hour or so and just take it all in. I wanted to keep inhaling his musky breath. I loved to hear his deep snore and his sleepy noises. And most of all, loved seeing my little hand with my sparkly rings and pink nail polish gently sweeping his chest hair. It was such an affirmation of womanhood. "God, I love men," I thought to myself. "This is going to be a wonderful life. So many men out there just waiting to fuck me. They are so powerful. They are all....to be worshipped. I can't wait to be a good girl for them.....tee hee....." And so the rest of the first week continued as such. The flying quickly became second nature...and I quickly was able to separate the emotions of what I would be experiencing at night, from my daily routine. When I was in the air, I was wholly focused on smiling and providing excellent service. It was a different kind of satisfaction from that which I received at night, but just as fulfilling. And I just loved meeting the other girls! We were all so pretty, so nice, so helpful to each other. It was so fun to be a girl and work with others just like me! The days were a blur of checking my pretty manicure, smiling, calling people 'sweetie' and 'honey', giggling with the other girls, turning to jelly whenever a pilot looked at me or talked to me, opening cans, scooping ice, smiling, saying "oh, thank you sweetie," whenever a passenger complimented me on my hair, jewelry or nails, eating salads or drinking juices at airports, helping passengers get bags in overhead compartments, giving safety instructions, and waving good- bye with a smile. I loved every minute of it. And then there were the nights. On Tuesday night, I was taken to the hotel by Captain Rutherford. He was a pudgier guy in his late thirties, with hairy arms and such a sexy deep voice. I loved how soft and pudgy he was....and so warm. His kisses were so salty and wet and I was absolutely lost in his low moan as we made out. It was like I was melting into him. When he made love to me, he was so tender and gentle....I just wanted to sink into him! He was a nice guy....a decent guy, with a gentle way about him. I felt safe with him. On Wednesday, I got my rain check with Captain Snediker and the sex was very playful. We had a fun rapport and he made me giggle a lot. He wanted me on my knees to give him his blow job and commanded me to look up at him the whole time, while he called me a whore. I loved it! He was so powerful in that moment. I had no choice but to be a good girl for him. On Thursday, I actually had the odd night where neither of the pilots expressed the interest in me or the other girls. While my body ached for a man's touch, I made the best of my night in the airport hotel to myself....I took a bubble bath and shaved my legs. Then I applied a clay face mask and read Cosmopolitan magazine. When it was time to go to bed, I felt tingles go through me as I put on my cute pink silk nightgown. It was such a feminine feeling...and soon after, I felt the urge to try on my massive diamond ring that Monica had given me. Once it was on my finger and I saw how utterly feminine my hand looked....I felt my lips begin to quiver and my breathing start to become slow, rhythmic and fluid. I was experiencing a rush of femininity and the feeling was indescribable. And then as I laid in bed, I could feel the warmth and safety of a sort of communal connection with Monica. It was hard to describe but it was becoming clear. I knew she was out there, wearing her ring too. And it was like I could feel her petting my head with her soft touch and whispering, "Good girl, Molly. You are such a beautiful creature and you will soon take the next steps in your glorious evolution. We are meant for much more important things, you and I. Until then, just keep enjoying being a girl and have fun with those pilots!" I smiled contently knowing I could feel her. I fell asleep blissfully and awoke in the morning feeling rested and excited to put on my makeup and get to it. I decided to go with an ultra-glam look in hopes of attracting a pilot. One night without a man and I was already going through withdrawls. As I boarded the last flight of my Friday, I was happy to see that both the pilots were both tall, younger and handsome. As we were in the process of greeting people who were coming on board, one of them approached me and leaned in. "You're newer, right?" I smiled and looked at him. He was kind of nerdy, but in a very cute way. I found myself having a different kind of attraction to him than previous pilots. He was just so....nerdy and unsure of himself. I found myself being attracted to him like I was the older experienced woman....and he was the virgin. I found myself being very turned on by this. "Uh huh, yeah," I said. "It's my first week!" He exhaled. "Great. That's perfect. So, I'm uh....Captain Mercer. Clark Mercer. Um, so you come with me after we land, okay?" I giggled at how unsure of himself he was. "Okay.....cutie," I said, feeling confident. As I served drinks I could feel myself giggling inside thinking about how this opportunity to possibly be a little dominant with a man was bringing out my inner tigress. He was so shy, nerdy and awkward and I wanted so badly to seduce him and have my way with his thin male body. When the flight ended, Clark and I made our way to the hotel and unlike every other time with a pilot, when the door closed, we remained physically separate. He just calmly sat down in a chair an had a nervous expression on his face, smiling awkwardly. "Um....so....I might need a drink." "Of course!" I said heading to the minibar. "Hello? Flight attendant, here! It's kind of one of my specialties," I giggled. "Heh heh," he laughed nervously. As I brought him his scotch and soda, I leaned closer to him. "I have other specialties too, Captain," I said in my little girl voice. He was soooo cute. I was getting turned on by knowing I had to work for it. "Right. I wanted to ask you about that," he said. "So, like....you're um....programmed to want to have sex with us, right? Like....what is that like?" "I mean....I love it!" I giggled affirmatively. "And....like...you used to be a guy, right?" I was not really expecting the third degree from him so I backed away and sat down. "Um....well....how can I explain. I've always been me. I've always been Molly. I just...needed help to be me for real." "Right....I get the whole gender dysphoria thing," he continued. "But I mean, you weren't always a flight attendant or submissive sex slave.....I mean for lack of a better word." "Ummm...yes I was," I said confidently. "I was always there inside of my former body. But the conversion process definitely helped me see things clearer." "But....when you were...a guy....you never were attracted to other guys...right? You just wanted to be a girl...but you still liked girls?" "Captain," I said looking right at him. "I am not sure why you are asking me..." He cut me off. "I mean right now....I don't like guys. I've tried to. But I just don't. There's no attraction there...you know what I mean?" And that's when it hit me where this was going. "Oh. Wow. Okay.... I wasn't expecting this..." "Expecting what?" he asked nervously. "You want to be a girl, don't you?" I asked. He looked down and then back at me, nodding once. We sat nervously for a minute. "I see all you at work....and I get so jealous." "Oh sweetie," I said suddenly. "Oh my God, it's okay!" I felt like I was about to start crying. "I know I need to....um....I have to go to Chrysalis. I've thought it through. But I'm still not sure about....you know being brainwashed and all that." "Honey, I get it," I said, composing myself. "I really do. Um....look, I need to pee. I will um...be right back and then we can talk about it all night if you want, okay?" I sashayed into the bathroom and made sure to sit on the toilet even though I didn't really have to go. I reached into my purse and put on my giant diamond ring. After the initial shudders and waves of pleasure pulsed through me, I felt my connection to Monica begin to build. After few moments, it was as if I could hear her voice say "excellent....send him to me." The urge to obey her was like no other compulsion I had ever had. "Use your ring, Molly," she continued. "Bend his will." I felt the tingles moving through me as I mouthed the words, "Yes, Mistress." I came out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed and extended my hand to him. He reached out and I could see him take note of my huge ring. "So," I said. "I'm here for you. Ask me anything." He looked around and then thought of something. "I don't know...do you miss peeing standing up?" I giggled. "No! I love sitting down to pee. It's....girly." "Yeah. I sometimes do it....just to do it," he admitted. "How long have you...been dressing up?" "Since I was fourteen or so," he said. "I know it's never going away." "Well," I said. "You should go to Chrysalis and talk to a woman named Monica. She's there to talk and you don't have to go through with it if you don't want to," I lied, feeling the tingles pulsing through me as I did so. "I probably should at this point," he said nodding his head. "I think about it every day." "Do you like my ring?" I said moving it closer to his face. "Isn't it awesome?" "I....uh.....yes, it's....really incredible." "You can have one just like it if you join us," I said in a soothing monotone. "You want to wear pretty rings like this don't you?" "I....uh....I don't know..." he said somewhat embarrassed. "Go to Chrysalis," I said in a commanding voice. I saw him blink and knew that the command had been implanted. "Go and just talk with Monica. It can't hurt." "Yes," he said. "I know I should." I moved my hand back down to my side and then crawled into bed. "Well, we have this bed, Captain. We should probably use it." He smiled at me. "Yeah, I mean....okay," he said quietly. "We can keep talking if you want," I said. "I'm sure you have more questions." He turned the lights off and I felt him move next to me and grab hold of my hand. "Does it hurt?" "No," I said. "I just woke up and it was over." "And you're happy?" "Extremely," I said. "It's been an incredible few weeks." "Few weeks? That's it?" "Yep," I said. "This is my first week in the air." "Wow! So you just....got converted or whatever...." "Yes, sir," I said nuzzling my lips against his neck. "And like....you really are attracted to men now? It really works?" "It really works," I said. "We all are. It's all we think about, honestly." "Wow," he laughed. "If I go through with this....I'll be....getting fucked by all these guys I fly with! Holy shit. Holy shit." I laughed when he pointed that out. "Yes, I would believe that's what would happen. I'm pretty sure you'd love it too." "I can't picture it," he said in disbelief. "That's the part that gets me." "But you like all the other parts of being a girl....the clothes and the makeup...I get it. I was like you. But believe me, it works! And once you go through with it, you'll love it." "Oh man, I can't believe this. I don't know. But....I have to...at least talk to this Monica woman....I can't keep running away from this." "Do you have a name for yourself...when you dress up?" I asked. He laughed. "Yeah. Claire. That's...what I go by." I put my hand with my ring on his chest. "Well, I will look for you in the friendly skies then Claire." He was still a man and he was next to me. I slowly slid my hand down his boxer shorts and began to give him a hand job. I loved listening to his breathing speed up and his cute little sounds. Hearing him climaxing and then feeling the hot sticky cum on my hand was absolutely heavenly. After he gathered himself, he said, "Thank you....you didn't have to do that." "Um...yes I did. Badly. You'll understand soon enough, honey." "Fuck me....what am I doing?" he whispered. "Just go to Chrysalis and get it over with. You'll be one of us before you know it." And with that we fell asleep in each other's arms.