“Who was it this time?” I asked, taking another sip of my rooibos tea.“Work. Natasha’s screwed something up again, and they want me to come in...and sort it out.”“Do you have to go?”“I don’t have to, but if I don’t, the whole place will be in complete meltdown by the time I get back next week.”I smiled. “I wish my work missed me as much when I’m on leave. Look, if it’d be easier if you go, don’t worry about me. I can look after myself easily enough for one day. I’ll go for a swim, and I want to. Pleaseread with care.I've had some tough moments in my life, but once they were done, I wasn'tprepared for them to make a comeback ...I was enjoying a day off work, and as such was dressed in "mom jeans" andblue top, doing some vacuuming. When I had first started my transition,I felt like I HAD to wear skirts or dresses to be seen as a woman, butnow I'm much more relaxed and know it isnt the clothes that make thedifference anyway.I had just put away the vacuum when the doorbell rang, sending. It was noon the next day before the girls disbanded for home. Johntook his hormone pills while the other girls took their birth control.They had to clean up the pudding mess. Since they had brought theirswimsuits with them, they spent the morning in Amy?s pool. John feltsuch joy at being accepted as one of the girls. When he got home,John?s mother was waiting with a surprise. It was his new schooluniform, which reminded him of the uniforms the Sailor Scouts worewhen not fighting the enemy. "I. When the opportunity arose, I told Linda what I had seen, explained that I was not upset and asked her if she would be interested in joining two or three other girls who were receiving special tuition in that area.Gary: Obviously she said yes.Miss Sutton: She was remarkably grown-up about it. She said she knew that sex was going to be important in her life and wanted to enjoy it – make the most of it, were her words.Gary: So what exactly does this elite group do?Miss Sutton: Essentially, it.