She put her arm around my waist, kissed me on the cheek, and asked, "You're not going to throw me out, are you?" I put my hands on her waist and told ...er there was no need for an apology. She was wearing a different white full slip - this one had much less lace on top, and bottom, but looked a bit tighter on her than the one from the previous evening. As she moved around in bare feet, the phone rang, and she took the call from the office. She was leaning down on the counter jotting things onto. I held it in place by placing my lovelymanicured hands on each hip, an ultra - feminine womanly pose.Father would have despised seeing my once male body become more and morefeminine as I continued to take female hormones. My breast, my beautifulbreasts were only a -cup for now but I knew I would have larger ones asthe hormones continued to course through me. My trip to the salon haderased any and all masculine features I once had. I looked at a pictureof Mother when she was my age that sat. We had a few minutes so Mom and Kendal went to buy something to read on the flight. I went to our gate and found a seat. Putting my ear buds in I used my Pandora app to listen to music. In my own world, it barely registered when two people sat down on either side of me. They both leaned in and squeezed my knee getting my attention. I almost jumped out of my seat.I jerked my ear buds out to find Allison and Lindsey, two of the models from Chicago, smiling at me. I gave them a surprised, "Hi.". ’“And where do you think you’re going, young lady?”“Home ... Junior has already told you to mind your own business,” Tyche said.Bad move, kid. Very bad.“And where is home?” asked the CPA employee.“Sailing Vessel Flint,” and she pointed.“The Marina? You can’t live at the Marina, it’s not an address.” The sailing vessel finally registered. “A BOAT!” she shrieked. “School students can’t live on a boat.”“I’m not a student. I am four,” she held up 4 fingers. “Four and two months. Not five ... five.