You leave hospital and return to the clinic. You have an appointment tohave new identity documents issued. You have everything in your new nameand y...u're so happy to see that your true name is printed in black andwhite. You have new photos taken for the necessary documents and youflirt playfully with the male photographer. It's like you're free tofinally be yourself and you discover that people really like you, thismake you even happier and more comfortable with yourself.Then there's a. He had decent guy-next-door good looks - the kind of looks that a woman would be proud to take home to meet daddy, but not leading man good looks. In a crowd, he would blend in and not draw much attention. He was reserved, but not shy. You could describe him as an introvert, but he also enjoyed the presence of others at times. In some ways he missed the contact. He had successfully started his own online business and made a good living without having to leave his house every morning and fight. You gonna fuck it or you just gotta take a piss" he explained. "Doesnt sound like there's going to be much left" I said."Yeah", he said, "Hank can't keep a girlfriend. He's got a bad temper and isn't into that romance and lovey dovey shit"Just then he came out. "Filthy cunt won't walk straight tomorra"he said,referring to my wife. She came out. He face was bright red. "Let's go smoke", I said pulling her through the bar. Based on the faces looking at us, I think more guys were looking forward. He was not going to have his manly hair curled like some tartish bimbo. OhNO! Each perm rod brought curses and threats. But each perm rod alsobrought him closer to my total subjugation. By the time he was totallyrolled and netted and under the dryer, his wails had subsided to slow hottears. He was so cute in his perm rods under that dryer that because I wasso proud of him I just had to take pictures and post them on Facebook.Those pictures were a big hit at the bowling alley on league night..