" Tami." Yes." It's Marcus," Oh my god! My panties got wet, he called."Hi, Whats up?" Not much, I enjoyed talking to you last weekend, would you like ...o go out Saturday night?" I enjoyed talking to you also, I would love too." I will pick you up about 9:00." That would be perfect," I gave him my address.I was so excited that Marcus called and asked me out, I did poorly on my test.Saturday came and I was so excited all day. When it came time to get ready, I had a hard time finding an outfit. I. .They say only fools rush in.Yes even I had once lived a normal straight heterosexual life until Istarted wearing earrings. I used to be known as "Peter" but don't go gochasing the dead, I'm Portia now, my Dad's now called Samantha and my sonis called Michelle.Gradually as the years wore on, more and more of the men in our townstarted to see things differently and to consider their masculinity aconstruct or pretence and to live their lives as women either havinggender reassignment surgery or. “Treya’s too nice. If you hadn’t stuck that thing on her forehead, you two would probably get along.”“And you?”“Eh. You’re all right.”He snickered. “Thanks.”“What were you talking about?”“I was just trying to find out what we’re actually doing here. She wants to look at the mountains from the west.”“Why?”“I don’t know. She says they’re too close to the ocean to look at them from the east.”Katrin crinkled her brow. “They’re not that close. There’s over a hundred miles between them.”Corec. Switch fast forward to her contacts with me, our nightly talks on the phone, or at her home, for many long hours.Susanne and I exchange long letters. I still keep hers, sometimes a dozen pages A4, fully written at both sides.Susanne and I kiss and hug, embracing friendship, but we never went any further, augmenting to my curiousity.Susanne and I enjoy ourselves in Namur, as my dedicated readers might remember: "Masseur Extraordinaire".Susanne and I keep talking about her thesis. She even goes.