I finished puttingon my bra and she didn't know what to say, then I went to grab my dressand she just screamed in fury."What are you doing?"I said, "I...m getting dressed like you said." Are you crazy?" She screamed. "You're a boy."I was confused so I just went to my room with dress in hand, finishedputting it on and sat on my bed.Moments later she walked in and asked, "Why are you doing this?"I said, "I've always wished I were a girl and I don't fit in with anyof the guys at school."She then. Just close everything down and restart it ... yes, I still need to set it all up again so reckon another hour ... bye, then, Granny Hannah.”Lauren clicked off her phone, waved it at me, and ordered, “You had better get your cane down here, Tom.”It felt strange being addressed by my first name by a teenager, but after a few moments, I thought more about what I had agreed to. I knew I could tell her to leave, but that would probably also end my relationship with Hannah. I thought again about my. "You too, Mr. Clark," the Doctor said. I felt the needle in my arm... awarm drowsiness. As the my mind wandered back to the situation that ledme, a wealthy heterosexual male, to this shemale transformation.All up and down the corporate ladder at Harfield and Bitt Insurance, Iwas known as a "rising young executive". Junior Execs heard of mysuccesses and shook their heads with envy. The senior men looked down atme with worry that I would someday have their jobs. But for right now, Iwas bringing. There I’d see into the private lives of my customers before knocking and collecting what was owed.Their son and brother, my classmate had been killed at (5 points) a lethal rail crossing in the area. It was a Volkswagen. They towed it to a Sunoco station on Pearl Road and left it there, in the back, out of sight. I went over Sunday night with a friend to take a look. The back seat had been rendered no wider than less than twelve inches. The Beatle was full of bright red blood and shattered.