I've seen you look convincing before, but if I didn't know better I would swear you really are a girl!" Tom, my best friend since grade school, knew I...occasionally liked to "dress up." While he didn't really understand why, he never judged me or seriously tried to discourage me. We both knew the realities of mid-twenty-first century life. "Actually, Tom, I am a girl. This time I'm not dressing up. I'm really female," I told him. "Yeah, right, now pull the other one," Tom scornfully suggested.. There was so much land, that with primitive farming and open grazing their 'gentlemen's agreements' or patronage assignments of specific portions of the land, seemed to work well for them."How violent those confrontations were, we don't know. Okay, so if that method worked, let's do it again. He went a little further inland and ran off some more residents. He continued to do this until he controlled most of the land along the river that had been the original porciones or about one third the. He was just a sissy.* * *He was 17, a high school senior. His mother had bought him a yellow promdress.This was nuts. He wasn't going to wear it. Hell, he wasn't going to theProm. No date. He wasn't going to be one of those geeks who hung out withthe other geeks so they can act cool.He felt the material. Taffeta. There was a sheer shell covering it thatgave it a hint of heaven. It was beautiful."Put it on, Sissy," his mother implored. "It's okay."He looked with doubt in his eyes. He was NOT. A slow song started and Laura took Tina in her arms holding her close as they moved around the floor. Half way through, Laura, with her face very close to Tina's whispered "I want to kiss you, baby" Tina, looking into Laura's eyes replied almost under her breath "I want you to, Laura" Laura placed her open mouth on the waiting lips of Tina pulling her even tighter as their tongues began to explore each other's mouth. Both women were breathing hard now as they tried to hold each other even.