“Oh, now you are Richard again. Would it be safe to say that a certain young lady is calling you Richard?” mom replied.“You know me too well, Mo.... How is everyone there?”“Your sister is becoming chummy with Sam, Becky’s older brother; your father and I are having to actually talk to one another, with you gone.”“I heard that!” dad said in the background.“So, tell us what’s happened while you have been there?” mom persisted.I went over the last two plus days, including telling her that Becky and. I never saw my fascination with dressing as anything weird, and as a matter of fact I was never attracted to men or thought about men while I dressed. To me, I found dressing as just something fun and not to mention it always gave me a sense of feeling sexy – even at a young age. The thought of men never crossed my mind until I was in my teens, and when I finally did think of men it happened abruptly. During the summer of 2005 I was 14 years old. I was still dressing up but I would only do it. At the start of the year my life had changed forever for I was a 60 yearold estate agent looking forward to retirement. The day by day drag towork was stressing me out; I caught the 8.15AM train to work and returnedon the 5.30PM. Thirty minutes either way and often there was no seat tobe had.It was a typical group of commuters a cross section of individuals some Iknew by sight but I rarely got to sit by the same person twice.The one exception was Susie who was always smartly dressed and. No in twenty five different languages!’ They all laughed. The coffee soon disappeared from the cups and Jodie geared up for her turn to her turn to pilot the superb German machine. Once they were were all belted up she indicated right before easing out from the kerb and gliding the car back along the Beach Rd., as it offered the greatest driving pleasure, Jodie wearing a grin from ear to ear. After half an hour of driving around the leafy streets of Brighton she finally relented to drive home.