She could never convince him that he was anythingbut some kind of horrid creature that deserved to be punished by being inthe wrong sex. Mary had her ...wn share of difficulties. As a young boy named Mark she soonrealized that she was really a girl. She played with girls and tried to weargirl's clothes whenever she could. Mary was very close to her older sisterand shared her feelings with her. Her sister had even given Mary the clothesshe had worn when Mary's age.Her parents, on the other hand,. He would be wide awake then as he realized what had happened. After that, there could be no sleep for a while, not until he had numbed the hurt with whiskey and water, much whiskey and a little water.Evenings were bad, too, especially after the kids were in bed. Those used to be among the best times as they necked in the living room until all was quiet. Those were the times when her clothes would be removed gradually, and then the fun and games would start.The lonely evenings tortured him for. "I just want to think about this for a moment," Ruth said and walked into her bedroom.She sat at her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. 'My own son', she thought, 'but that was wrong; but the look of hurt on his face'. All because he thought that they didn't have a relationship like his friends and their mothers. It pained her to think that he felt less loved, 'but what to do', she thought. Then it came to her, she would play along and see how it went, that was always her best. He looked like he was going to say something to her, but she turned her back on him and went toward her bedroom, once again holding her nightgown tightly around her. She turned inside her own doorway and saw that he was still staring after her."I thought you were going to fix the sink," she said pointedly. A flush started to mount his face, and it looked like he was going to reply angrily, but his jaw muscles clamped tight and, spinning on his heel, he strode wordlessly off towards her mother's.