I was feeling, as they say in the South, "Lower than the belly of a snake in a wheel rut."I looked out my hotel room window and saw that it was snowin..., nice big white flakes covering the city streets and making them into a beautiful panorama of softness and light. I decided it might cheer me up to take a walk in the snow, something we saw little of in El Paso, where I was from. I put on my overcoat and some gloves, and trudged through the hotel lobby, drawing unbelieving stares from the desk. How about you and I go shopping tomorrow? You need more panties andbras for sure, and maybe we'll see about a few skirts and tops as well assome shoes."Again, there was nothing I could say, no way to get out of what washappening to me, short of going to jail, and I really didn't want that,which meant that I would be dressing as a girl for an indeterminatelength of time, all based on whatever Mrs. Smith decided. I did know thatI had to work at the preschool for a minimum of six months, the cop. I sign you in as a visitor, and you get a day pass.When we reach my office, I introduce you to my staff, and the two “trainees”, the Boss From Hell’s flunkies. They seem flustered that you are here and start to question it. I tell them that you are just using some of the empty space here for the day and it shouldn’t concern them.I go to talk to my staff, and one of the flunkies hurries out of my area with her cell phone. I know she is reporting in on this unusual happening. And I smile to. Probably a rock, I thought. I squatted next to the fence and as I reached to turn the mower over I heard my neighbor's sliding back door open. I cocked my head toward the sound and heard the door shut and someone head down the back steps. As I inspected the blades for any damage, I happened to glance left and through one of the gaps in the fence I caught a glance of my neighbor Staci. Staci was a senior (or going to be in the fall) at my high school. She was one of the prettiest girls but.