" No," her mother said stonily."Yes, mother," Jane Marie said firmly. "I would rather have them present and no other guests than them not attend."I kn...w Jane Marie was a strong-willed and high-spirited woman and felt assured we would clash from time to time as we traveled the road of life together, but at that moment I was proud of her for addressing an issue important to her and doubly proud for her confrontation of her mother. Her tight squeezing of my hand beneath the table told me it was. Henrietta had a Secret.Her Mum and Dad always knew. Her older Brother Alan knew, but he never once said a word; except that one time in the shower when he blurted out his dismay and shouted out in the loudest voice ever, "You've got a prick!"The simple truth was Henrietta was a Hermaphrodite.Yes, she had all the equipment for either male or female sexual activity. That was why she was so secretive and why she protected her privacy referred to as, "my business". Now, nearing her Eighteenth. I put on myclothing for the day and was pleased to see it was not too outrageous.My panty girdle with its damn sandpaper liner, a matching padded bra, aplain cami and leggings, and my black flats. I applied a touch of makeupand wondered if I would ever get the hang of it. Natural women werelucky because they had a lifetime of practice with it. I was justlearning.I had some Cheerios and a glass of juice for breakfast and startedcleaning everything that was left from the previous night. I. " Fine!" he shrugged. "That's understood. I'd still like to see where you live, though." How about a walk in the park instead?" she countered."If you like," he agreed.They walked together to the park mostly in silence. Once by the lake he held out his hand and she reluctantly took it. She had to admit, it felt good.Bradley was wearing a T-shirt and stylish jacket. He wore faded Levis with a patent leather belt. She liked the way he dressed, she concluded - kind of hot.For the occasion, she'd.