Yes, those are the fakiest fake names I’ve used yet, but you’ll find out why as the story progresses. Let’s just say these two never want to be...discovered.They were a lovely couple and their son was 6 years old of complete joy. John Sr was tall with next door good looks and a dark brown buzz cut you could grate cheese with. Jane was a dirty blonde with an average build and a sweet as pie disposition. They were so wholesome I almost felt as if I were developing diabetes. They were the. “Would you like a quick guided tour? Not that there’s a lot to see.”The décor was interesting; it looked as if I had stepped back in time some sixty or seventy years; the furniture, carpets and pictures hanging on the wall looked like they had come from the early 1920’s. It was very tastefully done though. Her apartment wasn’t all that large, a combined living / dining area, with a small kitchen to one side, some sliding glass doors leading out to a small balcony, and a hallway leading to some. My name is Veronique Dubois I am a 23 year old blond bombshell 5 foot 10with a figure to die for 36c-24-36 and I have a successful recordingcareer with my band Purple Haze, but this was not always the case upuntil six months ago I was a middle aged man, my name was Eric Walters,aged 53, I was 6ft1 tall, a little overweight, losing my hair and hadhardening of the arteries and my doctors told me I needed to havequadruple heart bypass surgery let me tell you my storyI suppose it all began 9. That worry was unfounded. By the end of our second drink, we hadmoved off the table and were running the nearest pool table. Things wereright again, Josh and me, hanging out in the bar, drinking andbullshitting. Our conversation was as it always was: about work, women,and whatnot. The subject of gay bars, and my gender issue never came up. Untilabout 11, anyway. Even then, it was fleeting. Josh started it. "You said you were pretty much the same person,no matter how you dressed," he said,.