“By the way, I and my mom very close share most of the things with each other. After all, she is a woman with modern thoughts”.Me: Laughing in my ...ind and speaking to me inside go in you will find out but I didn’t say that out. I simply said I don’t have a vibrator mom. Both smiling to each otherMom: Get ready quickly.Me: Dropped the towel and changed to my black satin gown with a high cut, till my upper thigh.Mom went out; I immediately knocked the bathroom door and handed over a towel to. Exiting the closet she took a couple of steps toward the bathroom, then froze. She looked with disbelief at the wall of glass separating her bedroom from the backyard. The drapes that usually provided her privacy were gone. "Daaa... deee!" she hollered loudly enough to be heard throughout the house. Her father, Morgan Adams, was in the living area at the other end of the house. He had just turned off the television when he heard his daughter scream. He double-timed it to her room. In the. How had I not seen this? How had this happened so gradually andso naturally that I never quite put the pieces together? Was I atransgender? I was not sure. But apparently everyone else thought so.If I was expecting the Earth to stop turning or mass mayhem to break outbecause my employer decided I needed to be reassured they would not fireme for being transgender, it did not happen. I continued to do my jobjust like before. No one treated me any differently at the office or atthe gym. Strangers. All the tables and fixtures looked rough and weathered but were actually smooth and new. Jacqueline was already seated at a table for four enjoying the attentions of three gentlemen. Jacqueline looked fantastic as usual, her blonde hair falling in waves down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a stunning full-length gown that hung off one shoulder. It was turquoise with a yellow star-burst pattern. The gentlemen rose as the girls approached the table. Jacqueline dismissed the men,.