Breasts. I was a girl!"That's right, `Roberta,' you're a girl now," their leader said."We got sick of your disgusting, chauvinistic attitude. `Rober...' ishistory. You're a girl for good. For the rest of your life. Nobodyis going to remember you as a man." How much do I owe you?" I asked. My voice was a girl's voice.Whatever she had expected me to say, that clearly wasn't it. "Oweus...?"I explained. "Ever since I was little I've hated my boy's body.I used to pray at night that I'd wake up. “Hey,” I complained.“You know we’re better painters,” Halle said and stuck out her tongue.“I thought...” Stacy said, looking confused.“Never mind that,” Halle interrupted. “We didn’t need David messing up your work. The boy doesn’t seem to be able to paint within the lines anyway.”I just ignored the shots at my artistic ability and grabbed a paintbrush. I wasn’t worried about the help. I really just wanted to get this done and off my list of things to do. I was relegated to painting the white. I will keep you in rank, but to be truthful with you, I don't think you like being in charge and just want to do the job you spent years in college learning how to do." Harry, if we did that can I keep my active status and maybe be in charge of the reserve deputies? I would love to clean it out because most of them are the sheriff's relatives and only use their badge for their own gain. I have wanted to weed it out since I started but was told to leave them to their own devices and not to. She knew in her heart the message was for her. Just three words. "Can I Help?"? Thiswas the moment. Decider time. The final kick in a superball game, that decided who won the big game.If she answered, who would be the winner? If she didn't, would she be the loser.But as if she had no control over her hands, the answer appeared on her's, and everyone else's screens."Yesplease"? Didshe write that? How could she??? Then another message. "Tell me aboutyourself".? Aboutherself.? What was there to.