"But, this isn't it!" I tore it open and the contents, a picture and a note, fell on the table. I picked up the photo. It was of Josephine in a string...bikini. She was looking back over her shoulder and tilting down her sunglasses looking into the camera. It was a good shot. She looked like she was on holidays, surrounded by sand and sunshine. I shook my head in confusion and opened the note, flattening it on the table with the edge of my palm. Pulling out a chair and sliding into it, I started. On returning to the bed she had turned over and was now lying on her back dressed in just her scanty bra and knickers. I had seen her a few times wandering about the house dressed like this but for the first time I could have a good look."Lets go home," I said taking my wife into my arms.She wasn't dressed particularly sex, she didn't see herself in those terms, try as I might her hemline stayed just above her knees and her bra stayed firmly in place. The only concession I got was at least it. The boards of my attic bedroom, in my poor husband's old, creaking house, did not sound beneath his steps. His face was still shaded when he reached for me, but that only made the first touch sweeter. My thief was who I wanted him to be, like that. As he ran a shaking hand into my hair, brought another down to join my own on my breast, he was a desert prince divesting me of my silken robe. As he settled on the edge of my bed, warmth and solidity at my side, he was an immoral brother, tempted. Peter said, "Alright I will put you on hormones, love.Tonight I will give you you're first shot and from tomorrowyou will take pills everyday, is that clear Denise?" Oh yes, thank you Peter."That weekend mummy started teaching me how to keep house. Ilove it. We were like girlfriends. Daddy was very happy.When Monday came I put on my school uniform. I was veryexcited to go to school as a girl, but knowing that I wasnever going to be a boy again. I wondered how many of theother 'girls' thought.