Loads of localclubs and associations had stands there: knitting, basket weaving,machine knitting, more knitting, allotment gardening, local history, l...nedancing - that wasn't a success with her ankle - did I say she tried allof them? Then there was literary criticism, a writers' guild,watercolouring, the choir, flower arranging - and last, but not least,the genealogical society.It was the genealogical society that stuck, probably because as alibrarian in MI6, she had a mind for the detail, for. Well, it wasn't really a shock, not any more.And part of him was almost grateful for Willy's strength and certainty.He had little enough of either himself at the moment. Willy at leasthad an idea of who Kenny was, or was going to be, which was more thanhe had for himself. He wondered if, given the choice to go, he wouldn'tstay here anyway, for that very reason."Okay, you wanna be a girl, you got to dress like one, right?" Willysaid, grinning. He upended the two bags and their contents spilled. That could be fixed, right?The doctor examined me, took blood samples, felt all around my boobs,felt my testicles, took some measurements, had me do all sorts ofbending and stretching motions and even put his finger up my ass.He had me dress and told me to meet him in his office. Toni was in thewaiting room and I had her join me.The doctor looked at his records and up at me. "Well James, I have sometroubling news." Oh no I was going to die. "It seems from all our teststhat your male hormones. That night about 9pm this gorgeous nurse came in to check on me and said she had just come on duty and if the was anything I needed just press the call button.She looked at my chart and asked was there any pain, I replied that it was a bit sore but ok. She said she should check the wound for any bleeding so she pulled down the sheet. I had only a hospital gown on and nothing underneath but she thought nothing about lifting it up to check on my wound.As she raised the gown I saw her just stare.