Those stares areslightly unnerving."Chad laid out his truth to me, "Billy, I mean Heather it's just you'redamned pretty as a girl. Maybe you should be...a girl. Look Tom, Ed andme hardly got any sleep last night. All we talked about was our brotherbeing a girl. Tell him, damn it, tell HER what we talked about lastnight guys."Tom said, "Heather if you want to be a girl you got us in your corner.We'll help you as much as we can. Chad, Ed and I will be your sort ofpersonal body guards and no one. I skipped from bed and went out into the living room. The house was quite and the men had left, and my father had slept on the divan with a blanket over him. I sat on the edge of the settee and shook his shoulder, ‘Daddy’, I whispered, and he was roused. ‘He reached out and gathered me up and pulled me in tight against him, ‘Go to sl**p baby’, he said, as I began to feel myself drift off with his body smells and heat. I lay drowsily, wrapped up, when I suddenly realized he was nude from his. Ernest was more of a doer than Gerald, as the days passed the place looked tidier, the muddy yard was now back to the cobbles it had once been, the hedge cut meant they could see into the roadway, and the back lawn was now a lawn again not an uncut meadow. Sadly, it had not rubbed off on Mary, cats still roamed the worktops, and the dog ‘Anus’ was not ever far away. Eggs were still collected as was the goats milk but to yon butchers disgust it was a gateway exchange, though she had promised. I thought about moving my leg away, but I was frozen with excitement and nervousness. I kept my eyes on the screen and then felt his left hand barely touch the top of my right knee. Again I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was watching the screen. His hand started to move so slowly up my thigh I thought I was going to explode in my jeans. His knee was still pressed against mine and his left hand was now on the inside of my thigh about and inch from my crotch. He moved slowly.