They’re gone. They’re all gone. They’re not there. They’re not even in the picture, at least not part of your picture. It’s just you and her... They have no idea that you’re cerebrally connected with her. They’re not part of your imagination unless you want them to be. There’s no one here but you and her. Now imagine her wearing dress pants with a blouse, jeans with a crop top, or a short skirt with a low cut blouse. This is your sexual fantasy and not her sexual fantasy. It’s up to you to dress. You have been such an inspiration, and I wanted tothank you."Thanks accepted. I love helping teens like you. What are your plans?'"I will be starting hormones after my next clinic visit. I hope to make afull-time social transition over the summer. I know this is right for me,but I am still scared. Transitioning is such a big step." Congratulations, Miss Jayden Sanders. Let me give you a big hug. Let'scelebrate the way girls do. Want to go shopping?" Of course. It will be fun shopping for. He went to his lunch pail and pulled out what looked like a pickle quarter wrapped in tin foil. He handed the foil-covered package to me and said with a grin ‘Have fun.’ ‘You bet.’ I said lamely as I put the dope in my pocket. I walked to my car and started it up. For some reason I reached across, opened the glove box and tossed the dope into it, then closed and locked the compartment. I started the Ford and drove across the street to Sonny’s. I fully expected to find Peggy working at this. It'll be fine." No, it won't," I said. "He... He... He hates me." No honey. He doesn't hate you. He just doesn't understand you. It wasa shock to him. Give him a chance." I love him. I don't want him to hate me. He thinks I'm a freak." Honey. No. Really he doesn't hate you. And you are not a freak."I continued to cry as she held me. Finally I calmed down and laid backdown. She bent down, gave me a quick kiss and said, "I love you."I got out an, "I love you too."Then she got up, bent.