I wasn’t one of those husbands that wanted to be in the delivery room with their wife, in fact I would have rather been in an old fashion waiting ro...m. But not to be, I stood by Beth’s side as she did her job. I did draw the line at cutting the cord, I told the nurse that I was feeling a little woozy as an excuse and got out of it. Beth and the baby were fine without my participation. One of the nurses cleaned up the baby, wrapped her in a blanket, and handed her to me. I was supposed to hand. The guilt over what I was doing was still there, tucked away in a littlecorner of my mind, but right now, it was overwhelmed by the excitementof really looking like a girl! My heart was beating a mile a minute asI realized that I was on the verge of walking outside and successfullypassing myself off as a female! What would it be like? Would peopletreat me differently? Would men open doors for me, and when they did,would they be checking out my legs, my bottom, and wishing they coulddo. Her blonde hair hung down around her face in rat tails plastered to her shoulders and back. I had never seen her before but from the look of her I took her to be one of the new British colony that has been slowly installing itself in the hills around my village over the last few years. I could see that she was petite, her skirt was plastered to slim legs, and that she had a very small waist. Her soaked blouse showed me that firstly she wore no bra, and secondly she had small breasts like a. “Red or white," Brian enquired.“I’ll have a red thanks.”“I’ll join you in that.”Mom and son sat in the lounge room and talked for an hour. They had so much to catch up with. Ruth asked him how he felt about the divorce and he told her that he wasn’t overly concerned. After all, his ex-wife did deserve someone who would bearound a lot more than him. He had got over it and put it behind him. He was going to carry on with his own life.Ruth went back into the kitchen and carried on preparing dinner.