First footwear, the box provided someheavyweight knee length silk stockings and patent leather black 3" blockheeled shoes. With some difficulty becaus... of the rigid cosetry John hadto sit in an old overstuffed armchair to pull up the stockings and trapthem under the ruffles of his bloomers. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady. Even with my ABC roots, I have never been. My heart drops as his smile falters slightly. “Honestly, it’s really lonely." “Really?” I mumble, trying to ignore the fact that he comes closer towards me. “The truth is, I miss you,” he murmurs but his endearing tone touches a nerve inside me. “Don’t, Mark,” I say, my smile dropping. “What? Tell the truth? It’s me you’re talking to.” His gentle coaxing riles me up, causing me to look him square in the eye. “That is precisely why I am being this way,”. As I stuffed some home fries into my mouth I could tell that she was at a loss as to what to do next. She'd been excited and my casual reaction to the process had taken the wind out of her sails. Even Emma looked taken back by what I had told them. Seeing that, I decided to throw them a bone."Of course," I said, putting down my fork and picking up my cup, "there are probably things that you need to get done now that I've asked for the mobile homes." Like what," Linda asked quickly, her eyes. "Are you taking hormones or something? Everything about you seems softer and less masculine. If so, don't worry, I'll understand. Please, tell me?"So I tell her everything I know and all about the strange changes that are happening to me, spilling my guts to her including all the fears that have been building up over the past few months.Kelly reaches across the table to place her hand on mine, curling her fingers under it to hold it tightly while saying, "Look, no matter what happens, no matter.