After giving it some thought, he'd come to realise that he'd enjoyed theattention, and if girls we're treated like this all the time, then whywould an...one want to be a boy?Bab's was busy in her office organising for the new school year, at thesame time putting in place the tour plans for the investors that would bevisiting the school that week when the phone rang."Hello" Hey there Barbara, it's Given's here" a gruff voice at the other end ofthe phone replied."Oh hello Mr Givens, how are you. Picking up a lipstick I stared at it amoment, then dropped it back into my toilet bag.Today is not a day for lipstick. Today, as I slip on my heels, I feeldirty, guilty, wrong. I empathise with closet transvestites, compelledto sneak into women's wardrobes and ease the pangs in female clothes.After packing my things ready to check out, I creep into the hotelrestaurant feeling like I'm dirty, unworthy, disgusting. If a scowlingwaiter had directed me to some grim corner, with bare bench. .. awesome to behold. I don't know this experientially; I'm just repeating what Lizzy told me. Even though I had lived in California most of my life, I'd never actually been there before. Our family had been camping a couple times when Allison and I were little – mainly in and around the local mountains – and I knew my way around a campsite, but it was nothing like this. It didn't take long to figure out how it had been picked to be the country's first National Park. Lizzy's sister, Molly, was. The two stared at each other silently. Lyn was nowhere in sight. They looked to her bedroom door, which was closed, heard nothing and tiptoed to the door. Olivia opened it a crack. Megan could see Lyn on the bed, her back to the door."Hey Lyn," Olivia said gently. "The video is going to start." I'm not watching it." You have to." It's gross... I don't have to do anything." If you don't, you won't get your money." I don't need the money." But I do, and I'm sure Megan does also," Olivia stepped.