"This isn't about me, it's about you," Bill went on.He sat down next to his nephew."Its Michele," Michele sobbed."When I'm dressed I'm Michele," she e...plained."Ok Michele; do you want to explain?" Bill asked."Are you going to tell mom and dad?" Michele asked."Tell me about it first Michele," Bill said placing a soothing hand onher shoulder.Michele told her uncle about how his sisters dressed him as a girl andabout how she had come to love dressing as a girl and did so at everyopportunity."And. He let go and started grabbing at his crotch, realfrantic like, for a minute or so. When he stopped, he looked over at mewith the most scared expression I ever saw on his face. Joe boxed. Heskied. He wasn't afraid of _nothing_.Till now. Like I said, he was looking straight at me. He was scared.Then he looked like he wanted to cry. "It's... gone," he said in a softvoice; just loud enough for me to hear.I didn't know; not for sure. Hell, I didn't _want_ to know what wasgone. I had a. My Social Security number was different, too; I didn't have an actual card, but lots of people lose theirs and Spook had said it would check out if anybody took the trouble.So would everything else. The driver's license was real, and these were real credit cards; they, too, would check out. It was nice to have a friend who was a computer, especially one linked to so many other computers.The only thing that wouldn't quite check out was the street address on the license. But I was fairly well. " My days were spent at school or working on the farm, and my nights were spent doing my homework. To be honest, I was surprised I got accepted into the university, but can only guess that it was my good test scores that did it. I had a 4.0 GPA and I got a pretty decent score on my SAT's.So, yeah, I never had a date or a kiss. One time, I asked a girl out and she made up a flimsy excuse as to why she couldn't go with me, but she would never look at me, and I got the picture. I got it real.