And for losing her figure, as she puts it." Well, you didn't choose to be born, did you?" I asked. "I'm mighty glad you were though." That finally got...me a weak smile. "And what's the deal with her figure?" I found a picture of her in sophomore year," Fran said. "She was quite slim and actually good looking then. She really let herself go when she got pregnant with me. Her boyfriend, my father, vanished without a trace." Well, I shall never vanish," I said. "And I'll make damned sure that you. You hand it back to her.She reaches across the counter but instead of taking the mask, she simply wraps her cold, creepy fingers around your hand and encourages you, "Try it on!"You look up to the largest mirror on the wall behind the shop-keeper as you slide the white mask on over your face. Before you can even see yourself in the mirror, the mask asks you who you want to be, in your mind.The only answer you know is 'The creepy attendant from The Closet.' You blink and the thought vanishes.. (Please read part 1: My First Time with “T”) As I mentioned in part 1, I didn’t think our relationship would last. She had been in a s*******n year relationship, all of her adult life, and a little longer than that really. Separated for a year when we met, and I was the first guy she dated and slept with since her separation. I said as much to T, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want to “Date around”, she wanted to see where our relationship went and she didn’t want me dating other women either. Anne waited on her that daywhile I swept up the shop.When I went to leave for the day Anne told me that when I went toregister at the college, to just use the name Sara Elizabeth, and itwould be okay. I wasn't so sure, but she insisted, which is when I thinkI figured out that Betsy must be connected to the college somehow. Onthe day I had to register mom told me I might as well try and registeras Sara. If all else fails, I could always go the next day and registeras my male self. I wore a nice.