Tammy snuggles closer to Leland as he slept. They spent last night going over the security footage and didn’t learn anything. The footage Nyx had was scrambled as well. They need to give the footage to someone who could unscramble it.

Normally, she would have Becky work on it. But Becky and her wife Sunny were visiting her folks. Nyx had gone back to her hotel room and was seeing if she could reach a friend of hers back in Georgia. According to what Nyx told them, this friend of hers was extremely good at de-scrambling videos and such.

“Mom, me and Catlin want to get married before we start our careers. I know you are going to be using Catlin in whatever fight you and uncle Bounty are involved in.” Krisha looks at her mother and watches her facial expression.

“You do know that my enemies and whatever enemies Catlin make will either come after you or try to use you as bait. Are you two sure about this?” Cheshire didn’t want anything to happen to her daughter or Catlin.

Larson and Amy face off against each other. Larson had taken off his dress shirt and was wearing a white muscle shirt underneath. He watches Amy trying to judge what she was going to do. He has watched all her training sessions and knew every move she knew.

Amy watches Larson as they circled each other. She knew he was analyzing her, trying to guess how she was going to react. A smile appears on her face, as she stops and attacks. She moves quickly to strike him with her left hand.

Tonya shivers as a cold breeze blows by her. She was standing out on the balcony looking out towards the woods that surrounded the log cabin home. She places her petite hand on her swollen belly as she feels the babies she was carrying move.

She never thought her life would take her down this path. She never thought she would be able to have babies or that she would be the breeder of a pride of cats. She winces as one of the babies she was carrying kicks her kidney.

“Ow!” Tonya rubs the spot where she just got kicked.

My alarm woke me up, much as every morning. I dragged out of bed and headed to the shower, to start another day. I enjoyed my morning shower, it allowed me to tune my voice for the coming day and put on the body lotions I liked. I didn’t like the negative thoughts that seemed to go with it though, but they had always been with me, so I mostly ignored them. Still, it is disconcerting to hear yourself say “I’m so tired of being a girl.” especially when it is not true.

My name is Stacy. It wasn’t always my name, but I liked it well enough after I transitioned from being Stan.