I'm exactly four months older than her. I was born in April, she was born in August, both on the 18th. She clapped her hands with glee, declaring our ...eeting must be fate."What are the odds we're both born on the 18th!?" she exclaimed in amazement."One in thirty," I muttered. I wasn't even being a smart-ass. We'd actually taken a course in probability in math class just a few days before that, and that was one of the questions on the quiz."You're cute," she said, taking a spoonful of her ice. However, by the time I was 18, little sis had changed from a loving play-friend into a brat. She was 16, all leggy, her figure just beginning to blossom into what was clearly going to be a gorgeous girl. But so nosy, insulting, always borrowing my clothes without asking, using my make-up and perfume, helping herself to my jewelry; are all sisters that bratty or was it just mine? I wouldn't have minded if the clothing had even fitted her, but it didn't. I was a good four inches taller than her. She told me that she'dphoned the school and told them all about it, and that they already hadplans in place for transgendered students. I was to report to theheadmaster when I arrived, and give him my letter. The plan was that Iwould just be introduced as a new student, nothing would be said aboutme being TG, I was to use the staff toilet and change for gym in theteacher's office. If anyone asked, which of course they would, I was tosay it was a medical thing, and not give details.Amy and I got. ”They sat there watching the bobbers. Nothing took the bait.Benny said, “We should have brought something to drink.”Lily said, “Yeah.”“I am getting thirsty.”Lily said, “I’m getting cold.”She was wearing a heavy jacket, but it was slowly losing the battle of keeping her warm. The temperature was in the mid-sixties and getting warmer, but the wind was gusting to speeds that seemed to cut through her jacket.“I am too.”“Me three,” Tim said.“I’d say it’s about time for us to head into the.