Being feminine isn't the way you move ortalk or any of the things girls do on the outside, it's what's here,"Cindy said, pointing at her heart."That's...why you're having a conflict with yourself. You think justbecause you're supposed to be a boy, because you look like a boy, youcan't be a girl, well, you're wrong. You're a girl Amanda, through andthrough, you just haven't seen it yet, but you will."My tears had ceased and of course my makeup was ruined and Cindy wasright, I was thinking like a. .Sorry I think I wandered there for a moment...where was I? Oh yeah, the display of watches. I felt a tap on my shoulder; it was a smartly dressed security guard."I'm sorry sir, we are closing now sir," he said in that deferential butler voice that only a Brit can do properly.I blinked owlishly at the timepieces, they all said 19:00 and it was dark outside. Flustered I allowed myself to be guided out onto Oxford Street; I had lost a whole day. My cousin is an epileptic; he has what's called. They were going to his office with the lawyer this afternoon to sign all the papers We just had to get through two more days and then the papers would be signed off on by the court. Until then we were still required to keep our mouths shut. Otherwise word could get out and if what happened became public the DA would have to drop the deal and file charges.Dad was on his way to talk to a realtor about putting our house up for sale. But the deal would not have to wait until the house was sold.I. With his dark, shoulder-length hair sticking in all directions, he looked like he'd either just gotten up or already been partying."Easy, bud," Allen said. "Plenty of time to party tonight." He still opened the beer and took a swig. I just hung onto mine until I found a corner where I could discreetly leave it. I knew I should have brought some wine, for me, even if none of the other guys wanted any.We hung out and talked while we waited for the other guys to arrive. Andy was a few years.