Aunty abchat par pahunch chuki theen aur merey kamrey kaa darwaza dheerey se khatkhataya. Mainey nein darwaza khole diya arrey aunty aap aiye aiye mai...eynaunty ko andar bula liya aunty nein andar aatey huey darwaza dheerey sata diyapury tarah se darwaza bandh nahi kiya thaa jaan bujhkar aunty nein pankaj betakaisa hai tu” Komal aunty nein angdai letey huey kaha.Theek hee hoon aunty aap kaisi ho” mainey poocha main bhi theek hee hoonsocha chalo thodi daer tumse bhi baat kar loon kahin tujhey. This unlikely sounding proclamation was initially met with a great deal of skepticism. But, our descendants had anticipated this reaction, and arrived armed with plenty of information that would enable them to convince most people on the planet that their story must be true. There were a total of 50 people who had arrived from the future, and the group was quickly given the designation ‘The Fifty.’ Their methods of proof were simple. Every other day, one of them would write about an event that. Many of us learn to hide our true selves by pretending to be the sex ourbody says we are. Often we marry and have children. But we are nothonest. We are false witnesses. Internally, the male and female partsof our bodies and minds are constantly fighting so we never get thatinner peace called contentment.Some of us suppress our need so strongly that we tell the world that weare not transgendered. Yet, we feel a need to crossdress. Some of us mayneed to have someone else tell us, or even. Mother, Father and the two boys were dark-haired and olive-skinned. The girl, on the other hand, was fair-skinned, with blonde hair, piled untidily on her head and secured by a comb which looked as if it would fall out any moment, allowing the long golden tresses to cascade across her shoulders.Her face was heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, almond eyes subtly outlined and shadowed, the irises diamond blue, clear and sparkling with the light. Her pale skin stretched effortlessly to encompass a.