Or maybe she just did not like boys.She always said so.Of course, Rachel had known my mother. She said that I looked nothinglike her, even when she h...d me wearing her clothes, as I had to, everyday after school. That was the first thing that she and Daddy had me do.And they had me grow out my hair. And they gave me drugs, and made sureI took them. Both of them did not want me to look like Steve Hadfield,or to grow up to be anything like him.Both my brothers participated too. It turned out. ."Honey," Mom said softly, taking my face in both hands and lifting it up, "tomorrow is your birthday, the big day. I think we'd better stop for now. Somehow I'll see that you get that gift you want so much. But right now it's bedtime."I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm kiss good night. I went to sleep with the feel of those soft thighs in my head, and I had the most delightful wet dream I ever had.At last the big day came. It was Saturday, and of course the whole family was. ‘A Detective Hampton,’ the voice continued. Chuck grinned. ‘Good ole Gabe, I knew he wouldn’t forget us out here.’ ‘Hold on,’ Jack yelled, flipping the locks on the door. Roberto’s delivery guy stood just outside, a bright red hat on his head with a small Italian guy throwing pizza crust into the air prominent upon the brim, red and white striped shirt that was grimy and stained with red sauce and flour and jeans. In his hands he held a huge pizza box, on top plates and utensils and a two liter. We do make some alterations to the program for those students who are deemed likely to be significantly traumatized by their participation, hence the allowance of the extra week, as well as those with religious reasons. But I don't think either will be the case here. You can of course refuse to participate but you simply won't graduate." GED?" You won't be allowed to take if you fail to graduate based on non participation." Crap." Lizzie!" The Mom hissed yet again.However the counselor said,.