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FINAL CHAPTER I woke up on Saturday thinking how lucky I was that I had Jennifer in my life, how she loved me unconditionally and how she knew each time what I needed and wanted on my journey asCamille. As it turned out, she had other surprises in store for me this weekend. After breakfast, I decided to dress in pink shorts and a cropped white t-shirt withapink bunny on it. My new D-cup breast forms were glued to my chest and I wore no bra. The girls really popped, going braless and in a snug tee.I got out mynail care bag and sat down at the living room couch to go to work to match my finger nails to the toe nails I had painted Sunday night past. I'd painted them white on the beds and alternated royal blue and pink at thetips, so I decided to reverse the pattern and alternate royal blue and pink on my finger beds and white at thetips. I was waiting for the last nails to dry when the doorbell rang. Jennifer was upstairs and I called to her. "Honey? Someone's at the door." "I'm in the bathroom." "Well you answer the door on the weekends, Jen." "Just put on your big girl panties and answer the door Camille." I took a deep breath and opened the door to a FedEx deliveryman. "Jennifer ...?" he started to say but then his eyes fell on my boobs, then made a beeline down my body before returning to look into my eyes. My first encounter of the male gaze, I thought, thinking I might learn to enjoy it. I also thought, "God, please don't let the adhesive fail on my boobs." He recovered quickly. "... Jennifer Johnson. Has to be signed for. I thought only Jennifer and Cameron Johnson lived here." "No I'm Camille, his sister. Let me get Jennifer." "Jen?" I called. "You're supposed to sign for this. FedEx." "She doesn't have to. You can sign, Camille." I smiled and wiggled my fingers to show that the nails were still wet. "Just use the end of the stylus," he suggested. I did, glad that I didn't have to figure out how to generate a more feminine signature - something we'd never thought of in my lessons with Jen. "You know I thought I could see a familial resemblance, Camille." I took the envelope from the young man and told him, "Pro tip: Don't tell a girl she looks like her brother." "I'll remember that next time, Camille. Have a nice rest of your weekend!" I told him to do the same and closed the door, turning to find my wife standing in front of me. "Thanks Camille I needed the forensic reports from an earlier crime, for this case I'm working on." She tore the tab and opened the envelope to reveal that the envelope had only blank sheets. "You little stinker!" I exclaimed. "You set this up." Jen smiled and said, "Yes, and you did fine. I wanted to show you that you don't have to be Camille only in the house." "Maybe, Jen. But a little warning would be nice. Tell me why you think I'm ready, build up some confidence." "No, mama birds don't discuss it they just push the babies out of the nest. And you didn't go splat, you did fine and he had no idea. In fact he was totally checking you out." "I know," I replied, smiling at the thought. The rest of the day was spent inside without any interruption. We binged on The Bachelorette, which had suddenly become a much more interesting show than I had thought before. After dinner, I went upstairs to our bedroom and Jen asked if I wanted some private time with Richard. I told her no, that I had also ordered a new dress and wanted to try it on. Jennifer switched into her bed clothes, a cami and nightgown, while I opened up the box and held the new purchase up against my body. "That's really pretty Camille," my wife told me, and it certainly was: Navy blue sequins, 3/4 sleeves, with a rounded neckline and a back that didn't fall so far as to require going braless. "What size Camille?" "Large," I replied. "I wanted to be sure of adequate leg coverage." She nodded and watched as I slipped on a blue bra, then stepped into the dress and pulled it up above my padded panties before getting my arms into the sleeves. Jen moved behind me to secure the zipper, and we stood together in front of the full length mirror. "Perfect," she exclaimed, "Blue is totally your color Camille." "What did you get for shoes?" I pulled out the blue heels the model had worn, with straps across the toes and at the ankle and slipped them on. "I see why you chose that nail polish, Camille. You've really developed an eye for what looks good on you." I smiled and thanked her. "I've had a great coach the last six months." "Yes you have, and the coach is calling you into the game." "What?" "I need you to go to Walgreens. I need some Midol. My period is coming up and I'm out. Oh, and some condoms too." "Why don't you get dressed and get them yourself?" "Because, you're dressed and I'm not. Because you look like a woman ready for a night clubbing. It's 9 pm Camille. How many people will be at the drug store on a Saturday night?" I didn't say anything. "Now touch up your makeup and go. You got this girl." I reapplied my lipstick and some blush and looked at my reflection. Are you ready I asked silently. My reflection told me I was, and I took a deep breath and told my wife, "Be back in a few." I drove Jen's SUV to the drug store and parked. As I climbed out of the tall vehicle I realized the shortcomings of a dress that doesn't fall very low in the first place. I felt the material sliding up my legs just as two young men, in shorts and wife-beaters, wearing backwards baseball caps, approached the store from the second row of parking. "Check her out, man.." I heard one say, as I tugged the dress back into place, then turned and slammed the car door shut. "Where's the party, pretty lady?" I ignored him and walked into the store, unsure were to find my wife's PMS meds. There was a young girl at the front counter and she gave a desultory "Welcome to Walgreens" before she brightened. "That's a really pretty dress, Miss." I thanked her and asked where I could find the Midol, then followed her directions into the store. The young men were just entering when I headed down the aisle, and I glanced back to see that they had split up, one going toward the seasonal merchandise aisle, and the other heading for the snacks and junk food. I picked up the Midol and saw that condoms were in the same aisle. I picked the largest box they had. I decided then to browse, and as I did it became obvious that the young men were treating me like prey. They looked like they were browsing the store but were really browsing me, one or the other passing the aisle I was in and glancing at me, or walking behind me in the aisle I was in. I felt like a piece of meat, and also a little excited about it. I ended up in the makeup section, and was looking at some lipsticks as the two of them appeared together at the far end of the aisle. They walked together toward me, and I kept my eyes on the top of the display. There was a thin mirror there, for inventory control, I assumed. Now I could keep my eyes on the merchandise while seeing what the men did. Of course, both pairs of eyes moved sharply right as they passed behind me. They exited the store, and I went to pay for my purchases. The young girl asked again about my dress, telling me that her prom was coming up and where did I get it. I gave her the website and thanked her. The young men were standing near Jen's car, clearly waiting for me. "Where's the party?" one of them repeated. "I think she's a pro man. She'd have friends with her if she was clubbing. Did you see the big box of condoms she bought?" said the other one. "Is that right? How much for me and my boy?" I was at the car door by then and decided to blow their minds. "You couldn't afford me," I said as Camille, then finished the sentence as Cameron, "Boys." The look on their faces was priceless, and before I had closed the door I heard "she's a tranny, man!" while the other said, "I don't care she's fuckin' hot!" I smiled all the way back to the house. Jennifer asked, "So, how did it go?" and I told her the whole story and we laughed together. "So, basically everybody saw you as a beautiful girl." "Or possible prostitute," I added. "That's it, Camille. Tomorrow night, you and me go out together. Two single girls. I know the perfect spot. Pool tables, great jukebox. Lots of hot young blue collar types looking for Miss Right. Or Miss Right Now. OK? It's going to be Camille's Night." I bit my lip and paused, then quietly said, "OK." I was nervous all day Sunday, and started trying on outfits way earlier than I should have. Jennifer watched for a while, then just gave up. "Just pick something Camille," she said as she walked out. And choose I finally did - something different this time. It was a sleeveless dress with a black trim and a black collar at the neck, and black skirt. The body was peach and there were black hearts over the bust. It ran small and so I chose my B-cup bra forms under a peach colored bra. The small slit in the skirt came just to the edge of the lace top on my thigh highs.Copper eye shadow and a very light peach lipstick completed my look. Jen came up behind me as I was trying to work the zipper beyond my mid-back. She pulled it the rest of the way, and the material pulled tight against my skin. "Cute, fun and sexy? That's what the website said," I told her. "Its a little young, Cami but the stockings makes it more womanly than girlish. Did you add that slit? I don't remember that in the pictures. I nodded. "Your red hair looks really pretty against the copper eyes and the light shade of the dress. Very nice. You'll probably get hit on before I will." "Oh, shut up." I watched my wife get herself ready, choosing her own favorite blue wrap dress, with a plunging neckline and criss-cross back. She went bra less of course and the girls looked very nice. "Oh shut up," I repeated when she said I looked better in my outfit than she did in hers. We arrived at the bar and got a table. I ordered white wine, and Jen got a Cosmo. While we waited, she didn't waste any time. "He's cute," she said, and I followed her gaze to a young man at the bar, handsome, with muscles challenging the seams of his t-shirt. "Or how about that one? You should go talk to him. He's really hot." "I don't want to Jen. I thought we were just going out to have fun, maybe shoot some pool or hear this great jukebox you mentioned. And anyway girls should wait for guys to approach them." "What is this, the Fifties? If you see something you like you should go for it, Camille." "I already have what I like right here, Jennifer." At that moment a dark curly haired man appeared in front of me. He had smoldering blue eyes above a devil-may-care grin. He had a close trimmed, stubbly beard and wore blue jeans with a white button down shirt, open at the collar.. He spoke to me. "Hey darlin', you're new here. What's your name?" "Camille," I said and offered my hand. "I'm Billy. Billy Williams." "Nice to meet you Billy. This is my friend Jennifer." "Told you," said my wife, before she addressed him. "That's pretty bold Billy, approaching a table with two girls and you not bringing a wing man. Makes me feel like a third wheel." "Well I'm sorry Jennifer but I just had to talk to this pretty redhead here. "Camille' that's French isn't it?" "Well yes, I guess it is but my family is from the good old US of A." I told him. "Same here or can't you tell with my southern drawl?" I smiled at Billy and Jennifer started to get out of her chair. "Well I see somebody I'd like to get to know better so if you two will excuse me." "No, Jennifer, stay. Please?" But Jennifer was already walking toward the guy she had pointed out before, with the muscle-challenged shirt. I watched her slip into the chair next to him, as Jimmy spoke again. "You two known each other long?" "Oh yes," I said. "A long, long time." "BFF." "Indeed. So what do you do, Billy?" "I'm a carpenter. You?" "IT. Say I heard this place has a great jukebox. Why don't you go pick a song and we'll see what I think of your music." Jimmy went off with a promise that I would like what he selected and that he'd buy me another glass of wine when he got back. While Jimmy was immersed in the choices on the jukebox, Jennifer came back and sat down. "He's cute, Camille. Is he charming too?" "You should already know, Jennifer. That's James right? From Friday night?" Jennifer laughed and said, "No, Camille, that is not James from Friday night." "No? You didn't tell him to come here and talk to me?" "No. I didn't. Billy over there saw you in the bar and wanted to talk to you. He even ignored the fact that you had a friend with you and he didn't care. That's what happens in bars. Pretty girls get approached by guys. Isn't this what you wanted Camille?" "Yes, but what if he wants to get physical? What do I do then?" "Girls are in charge, Camille. If he gets too handsy or whispers something in your ear you don't like, slap him. Or raise your voice. That's the beauty of being in a place like this. There's always another guy ready to come to the rescue of a damsel in distress. And you know why? Because they think maybe the damsel will like them more. I've called an Uber. You can drive home." She dropped the car keys into my purse as she stood up. Jimmy had come back from the jukebox. "It was nice meeting you Billy. You two have fun tonight." I watched my wife leave the bar to wait for her ride, and wondered how this evening would go. "They don't have no country on there but I think I chose some good songs, Camille. Let me get you another glass of wine." His hand fell on my knee then, and I smiled at him while lifting it off, then moved it to his knee, and patted it. As the drinks arrived, "You've Lost That Loving Feeling" started up on the jukebox and I smiled. "Good choice," I told him. It was followed by more soulful singers, until Rick Astley came on: "Never Gonna Give You Up". "Really? You can't tell the difference between the Righteous Brothers and Rick Astley? If Michael Bolton is next I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to go." "I told you there's no country on that jukebox, Camille. I picked what I thought you might like." "I'm just teasing you." "At Last" by Etta James came on and I exclaimed, "Oh I love this song." "Well then may I have this dance?" I looked at Billy and paused for a second, then said OK. As he led me to the dance floor I realized that my heels brought me even with his head. I liked the feeling of his hands against the small of my back but wished he was tall enough that my head would be on his shoulder, or against his chest, instead of being eye-to-eye as we swayed to the music.When the song ended, an uptempo rocker came up, and I begged off, and he led me back to the table. He pulled out my chair but I remained standing. "That was nice Billy but I have an early start tomorrow. I should go home." He offered to walk me to my car, and held out his arm. My hand went under it and we walked out of the bar together. "Well, this is it," I said when we reached the SUV. "It was nice meeting you, Camille. Thanks for the dance." We stood there awkwardly, and then he leaned forward, and I did too, until our lips touched, and he kissed me tenderly before his arms moved around my waist and pulled me close against him. Our eyes opened then and he stared into mine, before kissing me harder. My hands went around his head, stroking his hair and touching his neck and ears, as our tongues danced together, separated, then skirmished some more. I was lost in this totally new feeling, being held by a strong man, kissed by him, that I nearly forgot what was under my fun, cute, sexy dress. His hands started to squeeze the padding of my panties and I pulled my lips away from his, gripping his elbows at my sides. "Easy," I said. His hands moved back to the small of my back and my lips melted into his again. Time seemed to stop as we made out in the parking lot, but finally I pulled away again and told him I really needed to go. "Alright Camille, I hope I'll see you again soon." "I hope so too." He left without another word, and I realized he had never asked me for my number. I decided it was because he really was James from Friday night, doing Jen's bidding, making me feel pretty and desirable. Or maybe he didn't realize I was quite so tall until we danced. Men were confusing, I thought to myself, before settling on the explanation that he had to be James, sent by my wife to highlight "Camille's Night." At the townhouse the lights were off downstairs so I walked up the stairs toward our bedroom, calling to Jennifer. I found her in our bed, the sheets arrayed over her chest. "So how did it go with Billy? Looks like you sucked a little face with him at least." "Yeah, Billy Williams," I said. "What?" "I know that was James. Your James. From Friday night." "No Camille, it really, really wasn't." And then I heard the toilet flush in the master bath. A moment later a tall, sandy-haired man with blue eyes and a chiseled jaw stood in front of me. He was naked, and stood several inches taller than me, still in my heels. He had broad shoulders and a powerful shaved chest. His legs were muscular and my gaze couldn't help but settle at his package, which was the biggest I had ever seen. "This ... is James, Camille. And his eyes are about three feet above where you're looking." "This is James?" I asked, and giggled nervously. I was grateful Camille's voice came out of my throat. He held his hand out. "My friends call me J.B."His voice was a low sexy rumble. "J.B. ....?" I asked and looked quizzically at Jen. My head raced at the thought that this could be the J.B. Clark who was the object of my first, oh-so formative spank-bank experience. "He loves redheads, Camille," my wife said, as she responded to my confusion with an arched eyebrow that seemed to say, "who knows? Just go with it." I decided I would, and with J.B. standing so close, I couldn't help myself. I just reached out and cradled his package. His balls spilled over my hand and I marveled at how far down my forearm the shaft fell. "Woh," said Jennifer. "That could be called sexual assault in some jurisdictions. Do you want me to arrest her, sir?" "Only if she stops," J.B. said with a smile. I giggled again. "You'll get your turn soon enough," Jen said as she threw off the sheet to reveal the enormous load J.B. had left, streaks of white up to her breasts, and a heavy coating covering her pubes and dripping between her legs. "So what happened with what's his name?" "We shared a dance and then made out in the parking lot." My hand released J.B.'s cock and I turned away from him."Would you help me get out of my dress, J.B.?" He slipped the zipper down toward my lower back,and then his hands fell on my shoulders. It felt wonderful,sensing his body so close to, and towering above, my own. Then he slipped away and into the bed along side Jen. I reached behind and lowered the zipper the rest of the way, and slipping the dress off my shoulders I stepped out of it, revealing my bra and the pretty belt and garters holding up my black hose. I self- consciously crossed my hands over my padded panties. "You don't have to hide that from him, Camille. He knows your secret." I crawled toward my wife from the foot of the bed, and smiled at both of them. I bent down to taste his essence from my wife's chest, severely distracted by his nude body so close at hand. My hand started to reach for his package again before Jen spoke. "Let me help you focus." She shifted down the bed, and then spread her legs over his so that her thigh blocked my hand and view. So I began to lick more of the cum he had deposited a short time ago until I settled between my wife's legs, and his delicious flavor was replaced by more of hers. J.B. had shifted so that he was sitting up against the pillows, watching me. I stared back at him, and when his hand began to stroke his cock, I knew I was turning him on and my eyes closed and I excitedly concentrated on bringing my wife to orgasm, until she ground herself against me and her juices flowed, mixed with a little more of his cum. When her breath recovered, she slipped her leg off of his, revealing how huge his cock was, fully erect. She slipped out from under J.B.'s arm and when his hand reached for her, she murmured, "This is Camille's Night." "Hey babe," I said. "That's a beautiful cock you have. Maybe I can help you out?" I crawled up to the crook of his elbow, and laying my hand on theinside of his thigh, I realized the first difference between Richard, and a real man: his scent. J.B.'s was a mixture of sweat and the remnants of his cologne, and I realized what I really sensed was his male pheremonesfilling my nose. So sexy and exciting. My ankle draped over his and his hand fell against the curve of padding in my panties. I tilted my head toward his, until his lips enveloped mine. I kissed him back, soft and girlish, as my hand slipped under the weight of his balls and began to caress them gently. His tongue slipped into my mouth, darting and furtive, and my lips closed around it, sucking against it as my fingers curved around his shaft and began to stroke him. I moaned then, my senses on fire from his lips and hands, his warm body and his hard cock. I pulled my lips away from his and our eyes opened at the same time, his staring into mine with an intensity I didn't expect. "You are so sexy, Camille," he whispered, and I smiled and murmured, "You are too," before I began to kiss and explore his broad, smooth chest muscles, teasing each small nipple, then drifting lower to his six-pack. His hands slipped behind his head as I finally settled on his manhood. Heat radiated off of it, and I smiled at J.B. "Such a beautiful cock," I told him, before licking it from mid-shaft to the tip, then enveloping his manhood inside my mouth. The warmth, taste and texture was all new and exciting and much, much better than I'd even imagined. I moaned around him as I sucked steadily but urgently, my eyes closing on the downstroke and opening at the tip to look into his eyes. I didn't need to see myself in the mirror, to see a woman sucking her man's cock. I had a man splayed out before me, reaching for my hair, pulling it away so he could watch me pleasure him. I stopped then, and stroked him a bit, before I slipped my right hand under his balls, palm side down, and hooked my thumb around the shaft. His balls covered my hand, and I began by tongue-bathing the smooth skin before softly cradling each inside my mouth. Then I glided my lips up and down the bottom side of his shaft, with our eyes locked on each others. Then I tongued the head and the sensitive spot underneath, before enveloping him and slurping as far down the shaft as I could go. When I completed my first excursion around his manhood, I released the head with an audible pop and murmured, "You're cock tastes so good," before tonguing under the head and continuing down the long shaft to his wide, heavy balls. I continued this pattern, sometimes lingering on the balls or the shaft, or the head, or just sucking him deeper into my hungry, finally happy mouth. J.B. moaned louder now and then whispered to my wife, "did you teach her that?" I glanced at Jennifer who was shaking her head and pointing at me. "God she feels so fucking good she's going to make me cum." I moaned louder around the penis in my mouth and started to switch from a slow, deep motion to a short, fast one, but he was sitting up and slipped out of my mouth. In a moment he was standing on the bed, rising above me, and I began to suck him from my knees, my hands resting on his powerful thighs, as he pulled my hair away from my face and began to thrust against my lips and tongue. I watched him watching me with such intensity, until he slipped out, and he pulled the shaft upward so I could gently suck his balls. When he tired of that, he put his cock back in my mouth, and, cradling my head, moved forward, so I moved with him, backwards toward the pillow until I was against the headboard, and he straddled my chest. My hands squeezed his thickly muscled chest while my tongue and lips stimulated the head and shaft. Then he started to thrust in and out of my mouth and my hands held his waist, then moved around to squeeze his strong glutes. We were both moaning loudly when I felt his ass flex hard into his body, and he pulled out as cum squirted out of his cock. It covered my forehead and cheeks before the short streams landed in my wide open mouth, and then the last, smaller discharges fell on my chest. "Nicely done Cami," my wife said before rising from her chair and moving toward us, where she licked at the cum on my face, and transferred it to my mouth with some deep kissing. When my face was only slightly damp, J.B. shifted forward again so I could kiss and lick his cock head and then the underside of his shaft and down to his balls. He exhaled loudly and fell over onto his side next to me, and we kissed deeply but tenderly. I reached for his cock, which remained rock hard. I smiled at my wife. "He's a sixty minute man Camille, and that's on a bad night. So you've got at least another 30 to go." My wife pulled my panties off of me and slipped the butt plug out. J.B. moved between my legs then, and I braced for my first cock. I groaned, still sounding like Camille, when he slipped inside, and when he began to slowly fill me up, I gasped and began to moan like the woman I was meant to be. My wife and her strap-on had hardly prepared me for a real man and a real penis. The natural assertion of his power and dominance and control. The instinctual thrusting of someone born to fuck women. Lucky women like me. I cried out my pleasure as his expression stayed flat and in control, and then he pulled out of me and pulled on my garters, signaling that he wanted me from behind. I turned over, and he mounted me from above, with me balanced on my knees and forearms. He was going deeper now and when I felt him stimulating a new spot deep inside of me, my moans were rising to a shout. "You're cock feels so fucking good!" I cried as I sensed Jen getting into the bed next to us. A second later I felt her fingertip vibrator against the length of my shaft, and then she held it firmly against my clit, and I was pushed over the edge. "Oh my god oh my god oh my go..." I screamed, the last word choked off in my throat as I felt the most intense orgasm of my life course thru me. My body trembled and J.B. fell out of me while I panted and coated the sheets with my pleasure. The next thing I knew I had been moved onto my back, and J.B. was back inside, fucking me relentlessly, stimulating me again until my moans sounded like an ambulance - rising and falling in pitch to each thrust. My clitty was still limp but vibrations were coursing thru me again and when J.B. lifted my legs upward my clitty was squirting again, with my cum landing in my hair and face and lips. Then thru cum-smeared eyelids, I saw J.B. was still thrusting, now between my legs and against the silk of my hose, and when he finally came, it was like a hose being turned on and off. Long spray of cum joining my own on my face and lips and chest. Shorter burst. Another long one. Then shorter, shorter, and finally a few dribbles slipped out of his remarkable cock. J.B. gave out a huge gasping breath, and collapsed into bed next to me. I smiled at him, and he leaned toward me, looking for a spot to kiss. Finally he just kissed the tip of my nose, and I laughed before using my fingernails to scrape away some of our cum away from my eyes and cheeks. "So I guess you really do like redheads?" "Well I dated one thru high school. Something about red hair and blue or green eyes." "Well I'm glad you do, J.B." "I'm going to take a shower," J.B. announced, and I turned on my hip to watch his muscular ass disappear into the bathroom as Jennifer curled up against me. "Well? how was that Camille?" "O. M. G. No offense darling, I love the way we make love but it's nothing like how a man fucks. And when he took charge of my mouth, started fucking it. And how delicious he smells. Thank you Jennifer for showing me the way. For making me realize that I was ready for this." I kissed her, and set my head down against her chest. Then I started crying. "What's the matter, Camille?" my wife asked. "I just realized I am supposed to dress like Cameron for the next five days. I can't bear to dress as Cameron even one more time. This was so wonderful but the next time I'm with a man I need real breasts inside my bra, and panties filled out by my own curves, not padding. I'm going into the office tomorrow as Camille, and telling them I'm transitioning. Are you OK with that?" "Of course I am, honey. I want your body to catch up to your heart and mind and soul." And then I cried again, tears of joy this time. I heard the water turn off, and quickly dried my tears with a tissue. When J.B. walked out from the bathroom we were smiling. "Talking about me ladies?" "Just girl talk," said Jennifer. "Girls have to dish about each other's boyfriends. She didn't do you justice," I added. "Well maybe I can be boyfriend to both of you." "We'll just have to see, J.B." He went about collecting his clothes which had ended up near my wife's vanity, and then he was dressed and ready to leave. "It was an honor, a privilege and a great pleasure, Camille - I hope we can get together again." He reached for my hand but I reached for his neck and pulled him down until our lips melted together. When they finally separated, our eyes opened and I smiled at him. "I'll see you soon Camille," he said, then J.B. smacked my wife's ass and said,"See ya at the courthouse, sexy." "I'll walk you out," my wife said as she got out of the bed and pulled on her nightgown. While my wife walked J.B. out I rose out of our bed and walked into the closet. I found my senior yearbook and flipped it open to the senior photos. A younger J.B. Clark with the same chiseled jaw, sandy blonde hair and handsome face stared out from the page. When my wife slipped back into bed, I pulled the yearbook off the floor and said, "Page 22, detective." She flipped the pages and said, "Wow J.B. was really cute in high school." "Now Detective Johnson, is it fair to say that the boy who convinced me that I was supposed to be a girl became the man who made me a woman? Is that a factual statement, Detective?" "I'd have to say that it is." "And it is your assertion that this came as a total shock to you? Is that what you are asking me to believe, Detective Johnson?" "I love you, Camille." I smiled. "I love you too." We shut off the lights and drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms. I was thinking about what I would wear to work in the morning until I suddenly had another thought. "Do you think there's a market for lightly used male sex dolls?"