‘I’m sure Kelly’s car needs gas.’ ‘There’s one on the way,’ Warren said. ‘Which reminds me, the party’s BYOB, so you can buy drinks ...t the gas station too.’ Charles and Warren paid the checks and we left. Warren, driving his and Sharon’s car, led us through a maze of side streets to one of the main routes out of the city. We stopped at a convenience store and Charles said, ‘Pull up to the pump so I can put gas in your car.’ ‘You don’t have to do that,’ I said. ‘With gas prices the way they are,. Aunty Jane removed the heavy rubber cape and told me to stand up andwalk to the middle of the salon. She stood still carefully examining mynew look."Definitely an improvement my little sissy - on the surface anyway," sheinformed me, "but now we need to take care of the rest. Follow me!"I nervously followed her through the salon to a staircase and walkedupstairs to a door marked Treatment Room. Inside the room it looked tome almost like a doctor's surgery with a long leather couch at waistheight. She works away."Bringing out a little of the feminine in you won't do any damage to themale in you, I promise. She is in there somewhere, and if you find her,she will save you. She will save the part of you that is a he. Now sayit." Say what?" Say you believe you can be pretty."I don't want to say it. I feel like I'll be giving up already, like it'sa slippery slope and if I talk about being pretty then it won't be longbefore I'm wearing heels and sucking dicks. Wait a second. I've alreadysucked. She had phoned home to say there was a problem with her getting back home that night, and as it happened we later found out she had decided to stay back and go to a Christmas party with a guy she met at Uni.There was only daddy, so when her current boyfriend called around, daddy offered him to sleep in her bedroom that night as he and the boyfriend had a drink.In the morning I was awoken with daddy bringing me a cup of tea and to get up for school and to wake up the boyfriend in her bed, he was.