She said sissy boys like me don't wear boy cloths, they ware girl cloths. Stella then took out a camera and started to take photos of me. I was in ter...or and looked for a place to hide but there was nothing. Cindy then said unless I wanted to have all these photos placed around campus I would put on some sneakers and get to orientation fast. I did what she said knowing there was nothing I could do. I was very petit for my age, with a really slender build, sad to say I might have been able to. .. and one perfectly manicured finger goes out to the bell-push at her side. Two minutes later, Jackson, a young, petite brunette, enters and bobs a curtsey."Yes, M'Lady?" Pick that up, Jackson," says Lady Isabel, rising from the stool and moving towards her bed.Jackson bends and picks up the compact. "Yes, M'Lady?" she enquires again."That is all, Jackson," replies Lady Isabel, favouring the girl with a sweet smile.Momentarily, hate and fury flash into Jackson's eyes. She trembles visibly in. As I get close to the house, there are a couple bushes out-front. As I approach the bushes, I take out the white sheet; cover myself, as I appear to disappear into them. I kneel down to watch for the right time to proceed.Not long after I arrive, Tom and Mary start walking back and forth loading items into the RV. They are using the front door and leaving just the storm door shut. I heard Tom telling Anna that she needs to get ready for bed since tomorrow is going to be an early morning. Stacey. With nothing else to do I stepped inside. Unnoticed, I sat at the rear of a small gathering of worshippers. At least I was warmer inside.The meeting went on for just over an hour. As it concluded, I shifted uneasily. People socialised with each other, everyone seemed happy and so alive. As I got up to leave a friendly, middle-aged lady stopped me. She introduced herself as Pastor John's wife, Sharon and we shook hands.She was nice, very gently asking if I had enjoyed the service. Not knowing.