Judy... I think something's wrong... I... hurt. BAD." Mom? Mom... what is it?" Pain... my stomach... Oh GOD... it's the baby."Judy ran me to the hospi...al. Calling them on the way by her cell phone. It was a ride I'll never forget. She was speeding like she was in a race. I heard a siren behind us, but Judy didn't slow down until we reached the hospital. Once there I was rushed into surgery. When I came to, my first vision was Judy and Sam, our son. Worried, they both were holding my hands."What. . I think I have to, but I'm scared. I could end up like one of thesepeople." I get that. But maybe, if you aren't alone, that wont happen." I dont pass, though. I cant see how I could make it work." Maybe one time, you could come in as your real self, and get someobjective opinions on what you need." I .. I will have to think about that." I said, and fled the building.Weeks went by, and finally with the support of many friends online, Istepped out in a skirt, and drove down to the Pride. Yes, we did name them that, though, if we were doing it over again, I suspect we might use different names. Even though I'm pushing my forty-mark, I still look pretty good. I weigh four pounds more than I did when I graduated from high school, have short auburn hair, blue-gray eyes, nice complexion, five foot-five, and a figure that still gets me looked at. For the guys reading this, they're 34-C. Oh, and still pretty firm and nice. You'd like them. (I'm also a bit of a tease.) Mel is. Knoxville was on fire when we went through. Four new members of our party are from there. Why don't we go back into the restaurant here and sit down to talk?" She nodded and Jane and I jumped back in the truck and pulled back into the parking lot. Jane told everybody by radio, "No rifles but be careful. So far, so good."The new folks pulled in and everybody tumbled out. Amy and her husband looked to be in their middle thirties and their children were early to mid teenagers. Marcy and Ted Monroe.