Listen, I really don't think I'm going to give that leather skirt away. I mean, it's really nice, ya know? I don't have that many nice skirts and I ca...'t wear Lori's. She's too small still. Listen, are you SURE I haven't lost a lot of weight lately? I feel so- - -skinny. I'm barely holding on to my 'B', ya know? And if anything, I still feel like I'm shrinking. Didn't I used to be 5'7" tall?" Oh, c'mon Ronnie. Quit complaining. You look great. And you've been 5'4" since last year. That's why. I parked my bicycle down and used stairs to head into my house in the apartment. When suddenly I saw my mother moving in the corridor towards Sharif’s house. Sharif is our neighbor who is single and owns mobile phone shops all around the city.I knew what was about to come. But without jumping to a conclusion, I silently entered the corridor and peeped inside his house through the window. I saw my mom and Sharif kissing like there is no tomorrow. Mom said, “Oh!! Jaan itne din se kaha the? Tere. My grandparents openly accepted this explanation, but even Icould tell they weren't 100% convinced. They all either knew Laura orknew of her, and knew that an urge such as mine doesn't simply vanish-if anything, it gets stronger the older you get. I almost asked if Icould go and live with my grandparents, as a girl, but I knew thatwasn't an option- I'd have had to move schools, moving away from myfriends- who are a very large part of my wanting to be a girl in thefirst place- and dad would. I didn't answer. I felt him, as well as saw him in the mirror, move around me slightly, his hand following my tight belt around my waist, his hand falling slightly to the rise of my bottom below it. He was in front of me now. I looked directly into his eyes. "No," he whispered. "Look at us in the mirror." Somehow, without getting in front of my vision, he very softly kissed my lips again. This time, watching in the mirror and seeing the woman kissing the nice looking man, it turned.