"Well you see that's just the thing. I didn't really wear a bra at all, just a sports bra. But my bust size was 34B. I am a tri-athlete and my breasts...have never been a problem until now." Well, I think I can fix you up with something that will fit and support you and still be comfortable. Come on in the back, I have booth where we can have some privacy and I'll measure your bust for starters."Kay followed Linda through the curtains into the back of the shop and into a large changing. "This is sick!" I don't understand," I said sadly. "It just seemed to happen all of asudden, I don't know why." Will everyone please calm down," Mom interjected stepping between meand dad. She laid the pictures in front of me. "Now young man wouldyou please explain why you're wearing girl's clothes in these photos?"I thought for several seconds on just how to answer mom's questionbefore deciding not to drag things out. "I want to be a girl, that'swhy." You what?" Dad asked seemingly stunned. Regardless of appearances, the romantic settings or the sexy lingerie, ninety percent of sex is in the brain. It's the messages your lover gives you, the willingness to please and be pleased, meeting mutual needs and being loved and wanted. Men tend to be visual, enjoying their lovers expressions, their movements, the way they respond. While women tend to be sensual, closing their eyes to concentrate on a feeling, focusing on a deep, indescribable sensation. And so it was with us.My wife and I. Again. She doesn’t drive, doesn’t own a car. Never has. A lot of people in New York are that away.I didn’t mind, but I teased her anyway, “We’re spending a lot of time in whore-land.”“I know. It’s labor intensive at first. But it’ll pay off. I wish you and Vanessa would invest with me.”“No thanks.” I didn’t have to ask Vanessa. Neither of us wanted to profit off the kids. Nor go to prison.We entered the front door, no need for besties to knock. How has my life led me to this point? Four, seven,.