I'm sorry," I mumble."Don't YOU be sorry, you've never called me- well, you know..." Adeolasays. "But the point is, I'm glad I'm black. I'm PROUD I'm ...lack." So- are you saying that I should be proud I'm transgendered?" I ask."You shouldn't be ashamed of it, that's for damned sure," Adeola says."You should be who you want to be. And who you want to be is Stephanie,innit?" Well- yes, I guess," I reply."Don't guess," Adeola says. "Know." That easy, eh?" I ask sarcastically, making Adeola. You notice me staring at you. You smile at me and ask, "See something interesting"? I grin right back and say, "Always". You blush, even after all this time I can still make you blush. You walk over with the plate of franks and offer me one. I take one of the franks and savor the taste as I chew. As I finish it, I begin to say, "Honey, you did a great....". I lose my train of thought as I watch you slowly consume your frank. Watching you lick and suck on it as you devour it. Feeling my own. Beth took her first unrestricted deep breath in hours. She graspedthe top of the mask and pulled it free. Beth's wavy blond hair was matted to the sides of her head. It laythere in strands, oily and dark where the mask had captured the sweatfrom her pores. Her face was shiny with it and she shookuncontrollably. Everyone, even Michelle who was still trapped in hers, was physicallyrelieved as his body posture noticeably relaxed. "Oh my God," Bethsaid. "I didn't think I'd ever get that. It just wasn't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym doors, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so proud of it, and had gotten tons of compliments. Canary yellow---Muncie 4-speed. 33” Micky Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin sound system. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my kicks on arrival. I hadn't had the top on the jeep since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A proud example for white boi trailer trash---even.