Click. In the subject box she typed: ‘Cheating Bastard!’ Then she clicked: Send. She watched as the the messages disappeared from the draft box, c...nfirming that the message had been sent. She had a brief moment of trepidation, but the she thought, ‘Nope! I’ve been too nice for too long!’ The fallout from this was almost immediate. Her mobile phone rang. It was Damien. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Bastard!’ she screamed down the phone and hung up. Straight away the phone rang again. It was her friend. I told her I'm different, that I'd never do anything like that, but she says Bernice probably thought that too. She got a big charge about meeting your father last night. I told her who you were, but she thought it was just a line, like I did. We both recognized your father though, and we heard you calling him Dad. Do you have your own office too?" No. I just kind of walk around seeing if I can help with anything. How hard would it be to move all these phone lines?" I don't have a clue. Mom. We reassured my mother that we certainlydidn't want to kiss anyone else.Going to school was a problem. Public schools couldn't relate to someonewho was a girl one day and a boy the next, especially if the one who wasbeginning to have little breasts was the boy today! But we found aMontessori school that would accommodate us. Both of us loved ourstudies and we competed all the time for who knew most.One day the bullies found us alone on the street. We were both boys thatday. That was a good. "What?" I asked with disbelief.She started tugging on my skirt. Shit!"Stop," I said, doing my best to preserve my modesty. "I don't have on any underwear." Your hands."I didn't relish the thought of my neighbors seeing... well everything I had, especially given my new 'haircut'. I placed my hands behind my back and they were secured there with the cold steel of her handcuffs."Sorry whore, it's policy." She opened the door, and then holding my head, helped me get inside. The skirt rose up and.