She looked glum. “Margo, you are NOT a barnacle on the side of our marriage. Unless Mindy is hiding something very deep, we love you dearly and want...you with us as our wife.”Mindy spoke, “Margo, we’ve been remiss in not formalizing things with you. Tomorrow we’ll get you an engagement ring and wedding band.”I added, “And you move the rest of your stuff in here with us. You live here now, AND you use my credit card for everything, please.”Margo started to cry. Through her snorts and sobs she. Then she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. The first thing to decide was where to play doctor. When I thought of it in those terms, the bed seemed inappropriate. My room had a couple of arm chairs, and the rug was thick. I was more than willing to kneel for something like this. I pushed back the coffee table to make room. CC returned with an arm full of towels. I doubled up one of the big ones and laid it on the chair cushion, hanging off the front. CC caught my idea immediately, and sat. It may even be slightly irrational fear, but that fear is what has keptme from even trying to date, even after all I've done to finally becomethe woman I felt that I've always been my entire life.Even after all this time, I'm still deathly afraid to pursue something Iclearly want to have. Why the hell do I STILL feel this way? Maybe mybrother and all my friends are right, maybe I DO need to throw cautionto the wind, just relax, and let whatever happens, happen. Well, I'mstill not going to. I move my hands about as I speak, and they appear small anddainty. Though I never see my face, it is implied that I'm one of them." Wait, you mean in this dream you're a girl." Yes."Robin took a minute to absorb this, and then told him to go on."I hear this ring tone, and reach into my breast pocket to pick up a pinkcellular phone." When you do this, do you feel yourself touch a breast?"He gave Robin an annoyed glare."The person on the phone tells me to come home, so I get up to leave. Theother.