The girls were thrilled with the fit and Anita offered thedress to Bob as her first present for his new female persona.They sat him down in front of t...e dressing table and Jenniferproceeded to shape his eyebrows with a set of tweezers. It waspainful but he willingly endured it. Then she applied a base of lightmake up, eye liner and eye shadow and she touched his lips with somelipstick, explaining to him all the steps, because he had to learn todo it himself in the future, as she firmly said to. On Saturday morning Marie was up early. Around 10:30 she heard Jake get up, go to the bathroom, and then he appeared at the kitchen doorway, rubbing his left eye and yawning. Marie handed him a tall glass of cold water.“I want to do it,” she said. Jake almost spilled his water, surprised by her words.“What? Really?” he asked.“Yes. I want to do it today. I’ve thought about it, and the more I think about it, the more it turns me on,” she nodded. Now it was Jake’s time to blink his eyes in. But, it was some time before I myself realized that it was meant as an insult. Having grown up without a mother, it was only natural that I had no one to tell me that I was the most beautiful person in the world( but, considering the typical mama’s of those days, I seriously doubt I would have ever had such words uttered to me by her.), but as is the case in most stories, my mother-figure came in the form of my personal handmaid, Martha- complete with bedtime stories ,motherly scolding and. They finally started to get the picture and I was able to steal her away from the group by asking her if I could buy her a drink. She quickly agreed and we moved to a small quiet table in the back.We hit it off right away; she could be more herself away from the group and less one of the girls. She told me she was from India but moved to the United States when she was five. Her mother was from Thailand and her father was from Budapest. I loved the way she talked, she smiled as she spoke and I.