Connie waked up to Damien and touched his feminine face. “My poor master.” She breathed deeply and stroked his hair. Before turning to face James. “I will do whatever I can.” She sat down on the bed next to Damien and smiled at him tenderly, as a women he was very beautiful, but she longed to see him as a man again. “But, what can I do?” She asked softly “My poor master.”