” TJ mused, more to herself than to Luther.“Yeah. He seems a little stiff necked most of the time, but he’s just trying to live down his blood, ...a know.”“Hadn’t heard.”“You know that song ‘Long Line of Losers?’ That’s his family. Drunks, losers, not even very smart ones. His older brother’s in the state penitentiary, armed robbery of a gas station. Didn’t even get any damn money. His grandfather died in prison. His Dad drunk himself to death, ‘bout 45 years old. His mom ran off with a trucker. "Come on.... Tell me please?" She said placing her hand on his chest. The way she felt against him made him whimper slightly into the pillow as he closed his eyes tighter."It's.. It's... You okay!!!" He finally said into the pillow. She was quiet for a moment and pulled her hand off of his chest. "Me?" Yea... You!" He spat at her quickly. She bit down on he bottom lip as she looked down at her younger brother. She stood up she leaned over him gripped onto the pillow and pulled it down from his. "I blushed at the thought that Mum would have to tell me about how I should act with regard to boys and it was starting to finally sink in that, from now on, "boys" were the opposite sex and might find me attractive.I was still in a dream at finding myself being treated as a daughter and yet I was full of questions. Did any of my relatives know what was happening? Mum smiled and told me that Auntie Jean had guessed a long time ago that I should have been born a girl and, she added, Auntie Jean. I jumped in the shower myself and then got ready for bed in my cutoff sweat pants and a tee-shirt. I decided I would watch some TV and settled into the overstuffed reclining chair.After a little while I glanced to my left and Carrie was standing there. She said she was scared and wanted to cuddle up in the chair with me until she went to sleep. I was a little nervous about it at first but said okay. She crawled in with me and laid with her left side on my right side and her head was on my.