"How could I say I've always felt like a girl, Dad. How could Idisappoint you by telling you I was not able to be a son for you?" The way you just did...might have worked," Mom said. "We love you, we maynot have understood, but we'd never reject or hurt you." And if you'd come to me, or the school councillor, we would have triedto help too." My principal said."I'm sorry. I so sorry." I was weeping by this point.My mom and dad circled me, and they both hugged me."So what happens now?" I managed. My mom stormed out of the bathroom and into my room yelling that I had to get ready, now. I mumbled something about having a stomach ache and said that I really didn't feel good enough to play tennis. " Besides, that teacher is always looking at me funny" " And he makes comments about my tennis outfit all the time" "what do you mean?" I suddenly heard my father meddle into the conversation "He looks at you funny" " And what comments?" " Did he touch you Charlie,honey?" "What?.......No dad!" " I. Finally reaching the zipper he drew it down slowly as if revealing a gift. She let a small sound escape her as his fingers trailed down her back and slid the dress off her shoulders. The lace and satin pooled at her heels, leaving her in just a powder blue thong. He pulled her back against him instead of turning her around and started kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands moved over the front of her body. Enjoying his exploration of her body, she leaned back into his solid warmth and. We chatted a while, I found out that he had moved backto the area recently after divorcing. When he asked ifI was married, I hesitated, and then said no. I don’tknow why I did that but I was enjoying the attentionfrom him so much. I felt prettier than I ever hadbefore. He said we should go out some time and Iimpulsively asked him to come to dinner at my house. Heimmediately accepted. My head was spinning as I left the mall. What had Ijust done? Why hadn’t I told him that I was.