"Trina, I miss you," she said softly."I... miss you too, Laura." Could I come over?"Trina waited a long time before responding. "No. Don't think so. Y...u really hurt me, girl."Now Laura began to cry again, softly. "I would do anything not to hurt you," she sobbed."It still hurt me to think of you... with her," Trina said, so softly that Laura could barely hear her. "She scratching you like that." Oh god, Trina, please forgive me." You know, I gave you myself, Laura. Not just my body. Myself.. My mood didn't prepare me for what I saw in the mirror when she told me Icould look. It wasn't a male haircut, and, unless I looked hard, I didn'tlook male. My hair gleamed under the lights, and the shape framed myface, making it seem softer. Hell, from the neck up I might have fooledmyself! My hairdresser beamed down at me while I stared, dumbfounded."I wish I could take the credit, Honey, but you're a natural," shesighed, crossing her arms in satisfaction. "And there's more to come!"She. Fighting with your parents makes you a real American.”I scowled at her some more but she kept on smiling at me. In the end, I couldn’t help smiling too. I got annoyed with myself because she’d made me smile when I was trying to be cross, but in the end I had to give up.“I suppose it’s a tiny bit funny,” I admitted.“That’s right. All we need to do now is get you sounding like an American and your transformation will be complete,” said Liz.I snorted at her. “What tha harpin’ on aboot? Ah alretty. .strut my stuff for strangers.") ??? "Please, sir....? Just give me a chance to show you, Mr. Triandos." ??? "O-kay, you got a audition.? If the payin' customers like you, you got ajob.? You'd be a part-time trainee; 37hours a week.? We'd pay you less than minimum -- but you'dget to keep half of what youmake doin' lap dances, hustlin' drinks, and turnin'tricks....? You'd liveupstairs."? ??? He pushed himself back from the desk. ??? "Before you go out there, though, Igotta try you out...test.