Don’t you agree?’ I said. Then I tapped her mind. Suddenly I gasped as what felt like a giant invisible hand grabbed my body and slammed me agains... the closest wall. I blinked, breathless, and tried to move, but I was pinned against the wall by the unseen force. ‘No, I don’t agree,’ said the woman. ‘Deborah, Cynthia, you two get dressed. I’ll deal with Cathy here.’ Debbie and Cindy gathered their clothes. Debbie managed a smile at the woman. ‘Thank you, Tamara,’ she said. My heart pounded in my. But I have aboyfriend so I guess I cant be too hideous.The reason I somewhat insecure is that I wasn't born Marybeth-my birthname is David, and my birth gender is male. However, I knew from aVERY early age that my initial classification was wrong. I think mymom knew it too, but being born when I was, in the 50s, beingtransgender wasn't at all accepted. Even being gay was liable to getyou arrested, beaten up or killed. Remember, this was long beforeStonewall. My father and uncle were both. It was called "Orange Memorial" then. It was changed while I was in the NAVY to "Orlando Regional Medical Center" Which after a couple of years was officially shortened to "O.R.M.C.". The main hospital still carries that name. But with the acquisitions of Lucerne, Winnie Palmer, Arnold Palmer, and MD Anderson, it all fell under the umbrella of "Orlando Health". In the present, MD Anderson is no longer part of it, they moved on. And even though the original building is still there, they have now. I put my laptop down, put my beer down and stood up to greet this older fellow. Smiling and in a very friendly voice, I offered him a beer.He grabbed the front of his speedo, which was sporting a healthy bulge, and told me he didn't want a beer but thought maybe I could help him with the bulge he was grabbing. I turned and let him follow me inside. When I slid the sliding door open I could feel him behind me. Once we were inside he grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. He started.