’ ‘What’s wrong with now?’ ‘Timothy will be home in a minute and will interrupt. I also need a little time to think this through and to make...sure that I’m approaching it from the right direction. Give me a week or so to sort it out and then we’ll have the discussion.’ ‘Okay, I think I can hold out for that long.’ ‘I sincerely hope that you’re joking young lady.’ ‘Of course, Mummy.’ On cue there was a clatter from the garage that announced that Timothy had arrived home and had thrown his bike. The big day came and I left Bangalore for Chennai and reached Chennai at 3 pm and both Pooja and Tarun were there to pick me up. I was stunned to see Pooja so glamorously dressed in a blue saree, with long matching ear rings, sleeveless blouse, heavy and pretty jewelry, her long slender nails painted pink, her diamond finger rings looking rich and classy and in a way sluttish, her and her toes painted slightly darker with anklets and toe rings adorning those pretty feet in 2’ heeled shoes. They. I looked all over the garage, but nothing else jumped out at me as being right for the job. My husbands prized MG was parked over to one side of the garage, top down, looking real good. I looked inside to see if there was anything in there that may help me out, and I saw it, the gear shifter – nice hard black ball at the end about 3 inches around, on a nice 12 inch stick, between the 2 seats. It would take some work, but I thought I could get it to work for me. I climbed into the passenger. I merely helped you achieve it." Shocked that she would admit it, I said nothing, even though I knew that what she said was true. But I tried to save face anyway. "I am dressing this way until my hair grows out enough to take the wig knots out mother, that's all!" "Poppycock! You could have had that wig taken off long ago Catherine and you know it. No. You like dressing as a girl, and I'll bet that you do not really want to change back into a male!" I had dressed as a girl for almost three.