No nosey neighbors or annoying parents bugging us. The red head said eating her baked potatoes. Nodding in agreement Tami finished off her breakfast. ...he set her dishes aside and walked towards the creek stripping as she went. She tossed aside her tank top and slipped out of her panties and dove into the creek. When she surfaced she wiped her hair out of her face and soaked her hot body in the cool water. Greta rolled her eyes at her best friends antics and cleaned up the breakfast dishes. . “Well, Dad, they will know you more later!”I wanted to run away. Hide. Anything to stop feeling ashamed. Then one of the girls, grabbed my hand, and said “Don’t worry. I love it. We love it. And we can’t wait to help you go all the way.” Which calmed me down and I began to flow in the evening.The next two hours was a marathon, I put on the dress (never taking off the shoes), and they all worked on softening me up. Makeup, hair, nails, and general walking guidelines. And they all agreed that I. " I glared at Dr.Alvere, finishing off, "No...she left me."For a minute, though it seemed much, much longer, Dr. Alvere and I juststared at each other. I was trying to keep calm, though it wasn't easy.I'd been turned into a woman...even if it was my own damn fault forvolunteering, and now this garbage. I didn't need old ghosts beingbrought back. Not like that."It is possible," Dr. Alvere finally whispered, trying to be gentle."Even likely. There are a great number of skitzomorphs among people. “Well Janie,” I said with a smile. I’d suddenly had enough of this granddad business, feeling as though I were some kind of alien. “My generation invented smoking grass.”“You did?” Even Lettie was surprised.“Well you’ve heard of the Swinging Sixties? Isle of Wight Festival, the original ones? Woodstock? Hippies? Communes? Well that was me. I was smoking dope in 1967, and dropping a lot more besides. I daresay it’s hard to believe now.”The memories flooded back, suddenly. I’d been so respectable.