She toldMother what uniform items were required and that if I was thatinterested, she wouldn't tell any of the girls that I was really a boyif Mother ...ould make me up a bit. Mother explained to me that I'd need agirl's haircut and have some other things done to make it so none of thegirls in the classroom would know who I was. She also said that she'dalways loved ballet as a little girl and was happy that I'd shown someinterest in something. She wasn't upset about my wearing the panties. "I'll be back in no time, Uncle Bill," I said as I left the bedroom, still naked.I looked into the vanity mirror and saw my body and realised Uncle Bill may be the first man to see me completely naked, but I was pleased to have had that thought, and strangely, I was pleased it was Uncle Bill for a reason a cannot explain. I also felt incomplete and unsatisfied, my pussy was dripping wet, and yet, I was unfulfilled.I returned to my bedroom after about ten minutes, Uncle Bill was still lying on. When their lips had parted, Nick looked long and hard into the brunette's dark eyes, and suddenly something in him snapped. The boredom and frustration of twenty years of tedium melted away and he was alive again.Hell, he thought arrogantly, I'm only forty-three years old. Why shouldn't this good-looking broad find me attractive?Needing no further invitation, the mouse-turned-tiger grabbed the girl tightly around the shoulders and swung her down, leaning over her to plant a long Don-Juan-type. We need someone to lead us, organize us, inspire us, and give Somalis a chance to live freedom's ring like you Americans do."Are you able to advise us, Sir? Can you give us directions, inspiration, leadership, and show us how Americans win freedom, so that we can fight and win for the same thing?"We talked for some time, and I had to apologize to my host for failing to circulate more, but Mbaekwe Okpara of Somalia showed me another purpose for living in John Gray's body. Somalia, the country.