One night we were having a few bottles of wine as was becoming a habit! Lou suggested that if Id been a girl with my qualifications I would be earning...good money now. Alex piped up and suggested I would make a pretty girl. I of course told them to stop being stupid, I was all man! I wasn’t the tallest or butchest guy out , but I was a guy! I was now 24 years old and had peaked out at only 5ft 8 tall and was toned but slim. Lou and Alex with heels on were taller than me just about. And. “You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked. “Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.” He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didn’t want me to spend any of my money. “You have to save it for college,” was the mantra I heard every week. “Forget the beer. Let’s just go for a walk.” “After working here all fucking day I would rather forget this place. I had no idea if it was legal to gill net the branch or not. I also didn't care. It was a small crime and Juan was the skipper, not me. It took only a few minutes to string the net.Juan: You know Cher, I used to net twenty times that much swamp.Me: So what happened?Juan: I got old. That's what always happens to people. You be careful you don't get old.Me: Some days I doubt I will make it to be old. Some others I think I am a survivor and will live forever like a cockroach.I smiled because the. I removed the blanket from its hiding place and spread it out on the grass. I slowly stripped off my male clothes and started to prepare for my transformation into “Becky”, my female persona. I removed a mirror from the small bag that I brought along with me. I carefully applied the make-up starting with the foundation followed by blush, eyeliner, mascara, and finally bright red lipstick. I check a last time before I was satisfied with the job before I pulled the mid-back length black curly wig.