Okay, I can live with that. Her and her older sister usually knew what they wanted to wear. It wasn't a case of modesty, as I was informed of this by ... very naked barely five-year-old.Sweet Connie came out about ten minutes later in one of her Sunday dresses, complete with her hair brushed and shiny patent leather shoes. She moved her small rocker around to face the front door and sat in the chair moving back and forth with a determined look on her face.As a single father parent, you learn. A slatternly wind was ruffling the tussocks of coarse grass that grew along the littoral, doing nothing to shift the grey curtain. The air smelt of salt and older, darker things. Even the normally raucous gulls were muted, their endless carping muffled by the damp air. No horizon was discernible. The sky coalesced into the iron water, leaching all colours into unrelieved gradations of greyness. Only the dogs seemed unconcerned. They pursued their normal doggy rituals of sniffing at and pissing. I took his undershirt off and folded it. I untied his shoes and removed them and put them in the closet. I unfastened his belt, removed his pants, and slowly walked to the closet neatly hanging them next to his shirt. I removed his underpants exposing a massive erection, which I ignored. “Sit”. He sat. I took off his socks putting them with his shoes in the closet. I put that 22 cm step stool half a meter feet in front of Sid. Then I stood on the stool.When I told him to stand he stood. I. "We've been looking all over for you. Ican't believe what I heard. Is it true?" I'm afraid so," I said wryly. "By Monday, you, me and Suecan all get makeovers together." That's so cool! I mean, I know it's not exactly what youwant in your life - but I bet you'll make a terrific girl.We're going to have so much fun." She was bubbling withenthusiasm - there was not a trace of mockery or sarcasm.Amazingly, she saw my turning female as an adventure.Hal grinned at me. "What some guys won't do to get.