I'm going to work, its another typical day, dealing with the ex, my genderissues, and .... other things. I look for something to listen to on theradio... just flipping through my pre-sets, when I hit the local sportsstation. They are talking about the night's football game, and I relax,letting my attention get back to my driving.Suddenly, I realize they have changed topics, and now they areinterviewing a man who accusing the basketball coach at a large Americanuniversity, claiming that the man. It was an exhilaratingexperience, and I loved it. Yet, as Janet drew me further into the lifeof a girl and the enjoyment they had, deep inside, I knew that I wasjust a boy in a dress with some clever help to make me look like agirl. As much as I wanted to deny it, and even with all of the help Ihad, the very thought of it nagged at the back of my mind, like an itchyou can't scratch. But, I also knew that the problem was not with myphysical being, I certainly looked like a girl, it was with the. All could hear it doing was pulling vegetation from underneath their tree. They hoped they wouldn't awake to find if it had been killed during the pitch blackness as the moon had moved across the sky.A few days later they started their climb up the mountain. They were thankful that the people they were trailing paved the way for them, It was slowly getting cold the higher they went. There were enough horse dung to keep the trail fresh. Jackson had long stopped chopping away at the brush except. Then she became aware and gave me serious look and saw her husband and daughter and looked at me again and started watching movie.I gave her the mobile to watch and I kept my hands on the bag and leaned towards her as if watching movie and feeling the smoothness of her tummy with my fingers and slowly moved my fingers towards her jacket. Aunty seriously covered herself with saree properly around her shoulders to avoid suspicion (which she later told me) and saw me and started watching movie….