It would be just like Parker to think that up.But why bother – hadn’t his mother brought him here in the first place?For Parker it must be all abo...t money.Maybe the two of them were in this together, planning on making pictures of him to show his father. Seeing him as a girl, he might give up his dream of ever having a son he could send to a testosterone-ridden bully college of his choice.Did she want to show him he didn’t have a son anymore?Oh yes, she would. But wouldn’t it make him even less. We reached home and the topic came to end. I noticed a little change in her behavior and I was happy with that she was acting even more closely with me. I was sleeping in their hall that afternoon and she was calling me from inside. When I went inside she was calling me to show her new saree which she tried. She was looking at her best. The blouse was backless with only a knot and her neck was deep cut giving an ample view of her cleavage and her saree was tied below her navel. I was shocked at. Ned took her right hand firmly in his left and moved closer, a more intimate distance, immediately establishing his hegemony in her presence. He didn’t smile and fixed her genial brown eyes with his somber stare. She let her full smile fade to a slightly open mouth, the bright white incisors peeking through the ring of cherry red glossed lips. Ned cupped her chin with his right hand and circumnavigated her bee-stung lips with his thumb pad. The plush orifice was pliant and warm. Her upturned. "Not a dummy over here, remember? You were pretty tense when we startedhanging out, maybe you thought I'd turn out to be like Marcus. But as yourelaxed, I started to notice the difference. After a while it was soobvious, your mannerisms, your walk, your voice, just ... everything. Ifyou think you've been hiding it, sorry, you might as well been shouting'I'm a girl!' So let it out, I'm not gonna come down on you for it." I've been ... acting like a girl? And you didn't say anything?" Figured.