"Here, try these," she told me as she handed me a pair of denim shortsand a pink top."But I'd rather wear a skirt," I pouted. "Boys can wear shorts, I...likefeeling like a girl." Not these shorts," Carrie grinned as she unzipped my gown. "Check outthe back."I looked at the back of the shorts and was thrilled to find that thepockets were decorated with pink, sparkly flowers."You're not going to feel much like a boy in these," she explained asshe showed the leg openings trimmed in a pink plaid. Muffin," I said."Muffin? Like Bran? Why were those three punks after you? Are you richas well as beautiful?" I'm afraid I'm not either. Some guys don't like sissies, I'm afraid." A sissy?" Yes. Sorry you saved me?" Don't be daft. What's a sissy." Well, actually, it's a submissive. I was born a guy. Does that tell youanything." Like Caitlyn Jenner?" Everyone says that. No, not quite like her. But you can make thecomparison for a start. With sissies, it's more of a servitude role..." So you're. All in all it took aboutfive hours of surgery to make you pretty." Again, I just sat therelooking blindly ahead stroking the silky fabric."That was all two months ago. Dr. Damian kept you in a drug inducedsleep. Denise and I tended to you, fed you intervenously, emptied yourcatheter frequently and groomed your body. Your hair has new extensions,your body is smooth, your eyebrows arched so thin and feminine, yourbush, let's just say it's Brazilian, and your fingers and toes matchcolors. The van driver got on his radio and called for help. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the door. I ducked behind some boxes and watched two more van drivers and a security officer walk by, the security officer leading a German Shepherd, or rather it was leading him. I knew when they spotted Rose based on the hoots and whistles. The van driver greeted his buddies and said, Guys, meet Rose. Rose said shyly, Hi guys. One of the drivers said, Rose, you look sexy. Another driver said, You think.