Muje meri story ke liye bahot sare mail Aaye khas kar gujrati femal ke jyada mail Aaye our unmese kai femal ne kaha ki yaar hum guju hai to gujrati me...story kahona to dosto un sab femal friend ke liye me Aapni story gujarati me likh raha hu, Dosto vese to Aap muje jante hi he mera nam Sunil Patel from SURAT our mera mail edress he Aab age ki story gujarati ma Dosto mari mami nu nam che Sarada ye khub sundar ane bharav dar bandha vadi Stri che teni umar mara karta 5 year moti che teni figar. Terry snidely asked, "What's wrong, Carla?"The woman pulled herself together and looked at Terry. "My name isn't Carla. My name is... Charles, and I am... a... man." A man? In that cute, little dress? You hardly look the role." I'm wearing the dress, because your brainwashing made it impossible for me to wear pants. But as soon as they break it and I can get this undone, I'll make myself normal again."Terry stood up. "So tell me,... Carla. Are you ever going to stop wearing nighties? You always. We were young retirees and redecorating the huge home was our main focus. We painted walls, polished and stained woodwork, and carted away more than a few decrepit pieces of furniture. I secretly placed camera/smoke detectors in each room. I was quite certain Sue would never discover the cameras.I made it a habit to look at my recordings each day to see if anything unusual had taken place. The cameras sensed motion and only recorded when there was activity of some sort in a given room.A week to. The trauma caused him to block everything outof his mind," Diane continued, "We can't just let him get off the bus likethis. We have to help him until he can remember who he is." But we can't just take a boy home," Susan said."Well, he thinks he's a girl, we'll just pretend that he is and plan alittle slumber party," Diane said.We got to Diane's house and she told me that this was where we going. Igot off of the bus with her and the other girls and walked to her house."My mom is still at work,".