”Two months had passed since dad had left the hospital. It was a long road for him, to adapt to his new way of life. He would try to do something on...his own, without success. Getting frustrated, he would give up on life. Helen and I would be by his side. Encouraging him every day, pushing the boundaries to his abilities. Taking that extra step, to his goal.He began to work out on his upper body. Every morning, when I finished my morning run, we would work out together. Supporting him, pushing. "You look lovely."Nurse, very proud with her work, led him to the mirror.Something had been done to him. Something serious. And John Phillips looked at himself. He didn't recognize himself anymore, but at the same time, he saw someone weirdly beautiful. He wished, stupidly, that he had a skirt, to hide the purple plastic panties. His face was sculptured. Pale, with too much base makeup, the purple rouge, the purple eye shadow, the purple lips, the blonde wig contrasting.He blinked. The fake. Until the divorce came up, I really had no idea how much Don’s sisters wanted to hurt him. They figured that the worse he was made to look the more sympathy and money I would get and the more he would be hurt. I still can’t believe that his own sisters could hate him like that. I guess it was because even though he was the youngest, when their father died he pretty well took over, made the girls toe the line for their mother. If it hadn’t been for their urging, I’m sure I could have resisted. Hum dono akele karte bhi kya to socha ki basket ball kehle but mazaa nhi aaya phir hum dono computer lab me gaye waha pehle frnds se online cht ki phir jab bore ho gaye to aapsa me bate karne lage thodi der me computerTeacher arrangement lene gayi to hum dono room me akele the is baar me ye mauka khona nahi chahta tha wo mere aage wali row me baith ke koi kaam kar rahi thi computer pe maine jake pitche se uske mammo ko pakadLia wo achanak se uth padi or ghurne lagi me dar gaya mujhe laga ab to.