Then the sense of wrongness,the horrible feeling that somehow, I was going in the wrong directionbecame overwhelming. But I kept it hidden as best as ... could.Then I became a Christian. This made my conflict even stronger, as I wasinducted into a conservative branch of the faith, and felt sure that myneed for the feminine was a sin. This lead to a cycle of "binging" -getting girl clothes and trying to be as female as I could, followed byguilt and "purging" where I would get rid of everything,. "I have a bit of bad news for you" ughhhh.... Here it comes...."Yes daddy" I reply trying to sound as miserable as possible, but to no avail. He continues..."Honey your mother won't be back for a few days from her business trip and unfortunately an old school friend of mine passed. And I know you are almost seventeen, but your mother and I feel it best that you come with me for the calling hours and funeral." No biggie I think to myself... Perhaps a bit prematurely... As I think this he. He asked if i knew of anywhere outside. Well close to me there is a wood (in north london - see if you can guess where - not Hampstead!!). There were no gates on it and it was only really used as a shortcut to the tube, given we were approaching midnight i thought it would be v quiet so I suggested it to him. He was dead keen, so i plucked up the courage and told him the location - I told him that i would be at one of the side exits - there was a bench about 20yds into the wood, which is just. Right now she was playing monolith. Except for her dancing eyes. That told me that something was up. The glance she gave me as she sat down said I wasn't going to like it.Mr. Reed walked in while Mrs. Conners was assigning topics for our team debates on Thursday. We got the con side of government services of illegal aliens, which should be easy. When she'd finished, Mrs. Conners looked at Mr. Reed.He smiled. "I was wondering if I could borrow Mr. Sims for a few minutes.Mrs. Conners looked at me.