André Philippe touches down in the forest. To his shock he sees his bare feet are copper-skinned with painted toenails inside high-heeled sandals! He runs his fingers up and down his body and realizes he’s wearing a short dress! And he’s got breasts! Why, he’s a teenaged girl, not an old man at all! And he’s … his mind races wildly … he’s Ash!
“I’m Ash!” she giggles loudly. “I’m back!” Her eyes dart around. “Thérèse, where are you, ma chérie?” Frantically, she dashes about. “You were just here a second ago!”
ma chérie“Here I am,” a soft familiar voice calls to her. And stepping out from behind a tree appears a handsome Latino dressed in his usual tan slacks and white shirt. He grins.
Ash rushes over and into the arms of her beloved Miguelito. “That was so crazy! I was a male, and you we
