The troubles have cost me my family, my mother, wife and sister. And it wasn’t the loyalists who killed them. It was my own people, when a bomb fact...ry in the flat below my mother’s blew up. What were they doing making bombs amongst their own innocent women and children? ‘That’s when it camehome to me and I washed my hands of the struggle. They didn’t care about who lived or died, providing they got what they wanted. I couldn’t be working with that kind of people for a political cause. So I. I sped pasther, running to my room, slamming the door behind me. Panting hard, Ilooked up and saw myself in the mirror, and burst into tears again. Ilooked like a girl! Turning when I heard the door open..."What's the matter honey?" Beth! She knows!" Knows what? Did she see you? She must have. So what if she sees thatyou're dressing as a girl now?" She ran home to tell her mother too!" So? You heard what the doctor said didn't you? That nothing can stopit? I'll call her mother and explain. Brandy and her son will come too, maybe. I’m not sure about Michelle.”There it was again, the mention of Charleston. Ulysses nodded.“Come by and see us before you leave. You know Denise set us up that night you got me pregnant, remember? I’d like to see her again too before you fly back. I could thank her for arranging this – so-to-speak,” Wendy said, running her hands over Ulysses’ body, kissing him sensually. “We’ll be sure to stop by,” He kissed her back.Wendy entered her home, while. Eventually Claire paused, looked at me,and said just one word, "Wow!" She took me by the hand, and carrying theblack bag with her, led me back to her bedroom where there was a nicefull-length mirror, her hand covering my eyes as she positioned me to seemy first look.I closed my eyes as she pulled her hand away, then opened them with agasp. Looking back at me from the mirror was a girl! and not just anygirl, a super hot one! From my smoky, winged eyes to flawless pale skinwith just a hint of.