Mills raises her eyebrow at my comment and I know what's coming next. "What about the dreams you keep having? Are you still having the same one?"I sud...enly become interested in my shoes and quietly say, "Yeah." I seem to be having the same dream each night. I'm a teenage boy in high school who goes through MORFS and becomes a Hispanic girl. No one believes who I am, including my own mother, and I'm forced into a life of prostitution. There are so many things that are completely wrong with the. The girl could easily see that Sandra loved her children and those of her sister too. When she compared it to her own feelings she found that she was possibly a worse mother than she had previously thought.They drove into a rundown district and Ronny insisted that the van be locked before walked to the door of the older apartment house. Ronny lead the way in and felt a bit ashamed that she had not done her share to keep the apartment as clean as it should be. A boy of twenty nine months came. A sheet covered him and I easily saw he was excited. I was too! Ruby wore a deep red robe covering everything from head to toe. ‘Well, I just wanted to tell you both thank-you for today. I really, really needed it. If there is anything I can do for you ever, just ask. I mean it.’ I started tearing up but not before I noticed Bruce’s wrists were secured to the two top posts by scarves! Ruby had tied him to the bed. This strong man allowed himself to be tied down by a 75 kG woman. Ruby was in. I awoke to see a pretty, native girl looking down into my face. "What happened?" I mumbled, still groggy."Plane boom tree," she answered in broken English.Well at least someone here spoke my lingo, even if only a little."Where am I?" I asked her slowly and as clearly as I could, trying to make it easier for her to understand."In village. In my hut," she answered, though it wasn't much help.I tried to sit up, and that's when the pain in my leg made itself known, "Ahh!" Hurt leg. Not broke," she.