"You look a lot better as a girl than you do a boy. In fact youlook great. The boys will really notice you now." "I don't know if I can go through wi...h this. I am scared. What ifsomeone recognizes me?" "I'll tell you what. We'll go over by your mother's and if sherecognizes you right off we'll forget the whole thing. But if shedoesn't you have to agree and give me your word that you will wearthe dress to school. Do we have a deal?" "Yes, I am sure she will recognize me. After all I AM her. After some time she went to sleep and asked me to sleep in the guest room after watching tv. I said ok and continued watching TV. I went to sleep in the guest room and after some time I heard bhabhi knocking my room door. I opened and asked what happened.She said she was afraid to sleep as the dogs were making more noise outside. She asked me to sleep in their room and I went to their room and slept that night I didn’t do anything more I wanted to proceed very cool because I had a lot of. Which didn’t mean I couldn’t sit down and describe the exact frequencies of each string and the difference in tone between plucking a string with the flat of my finger and the tip of my nail. I knew the physics of music as well as the artistry of it. I could tell exactly when a certain tone of Cindy’s flute would blend with a tone from my guitar.And on stage, I let the music carry me into the magical world of our relationship. Something I couldn’t describe with physics.“You need to focus your. At one point I put my hands down and made a guard for my buttocks but the Girl complained to Miss Mackie and I was made to sit with my hands on my head while the Girl took Her revenge. I could tell from the giggling every time I was poked that all the Girls were enjoying my discomfiture. My face was scarlet and somebody called me Scarlett O'Hara, which I thought was rather unkind. Looking back, I'm surprised I didn't respond with name-calling or the like. Or maybe my alter ego just doesn't.