I know a few things already from that. He's a plastic surgeon isn't he?" "That's right, and a very good one. I was one of his first clients!" "Well th...n he is indeed talented," I said. "Thank you. I had a nose job, a chin lift and a boob job done. I guess I was his practice dummy," she said. "I can't imagine you needing any work done. And you certainly don't strike me as a dummy." "Aww, aren't you sweet," she said, smiling. "So what's next?" "Well I will do a credit check and I will check out. I was a boy once but now as I saw my reflection it seemed like adistant memory of someone else. It seemed like ages before even though itwas just a year ago that I was a fifteen year old boy minding my ownbusiness in the woods when my path crossed with the lord and his company.If I only knew how my life would change from that day.But it has changed quite drastically from that day when the proposal cameand my year of humiliation began.I had to start dressing as one of my sisters and all my. .. and I really didn't need the company...Whatever the pain I'd been experiencing, though, it was nice to be back in my own bed, confident that I'd wake feeling a bit better, would gradually get back in control. I guess the meds they'd given me when I'd left the ward must have helped but by the time I finally fell asleep I'd forgotten all about May ... and about the e-mails and the things I had to do.Next morning I accepted breakfast as graciously as possible but then asserted myself enough to. ”“Then I'll go to their place.”He stared at me for a few seconds.“OK.” he agreed, “At least I can keep on eye on things if you are here.”“And I bet you will.” I said, smiling.“OK, I've got it,” Brad began, “If you say 'Buffalo', I'll make some noise, slam a door, whatever.”“Why?”“Then you tell them it's your husband, and that they should leave.”“I'm not sure that will work...”“You have a better idea?”“I guess not.”“Worst case, I'll come out and we'll both tell him to leave. I might be thin, but.