Now, I had often wondered what it would be like if things were different but I knew that Peggy wasn't into jocks. At least I think she wasn't.She paus...d at the truck door and it suddenly dawned on me that she was waiting for me to hold the door for her. She thanked me and smiled as she got into the truck. She was talkative as we drove to the restaurant and it seemed that she was a little nervous.At the restaurant I jumped out of the truck and ran around to open the door for her. I had made. It was a sharp contrast to how upset she had been moments before. "Sure. If I'm going to be stuck as a woman, I may as well like it." And it was true. There was no sense crying over spilt milk. She may have been a man before, but now she was a woman. That's just how it was.His double looked at him like he was confused by something."You need a name," said Nick. "We can't both be Nick. I'll get confused." She knew she was stupid. If they were both Nick, how would he know when people were talking. I was brought down to the loading dock where I waited, my hands securely cuffed behind my back. They could have controlled me quite easily without the cuffs, so I supposed that was done mostly to impress upon my mind that I was no longer a free girl. They had dressed me in low-rise blue jeans that fitted me like a glove, leaving little of my lower form to the imagination. Much of my midriff was bared by the low cut of these jeans together with an abbreviated and tight fitting t-shirt they put. By the time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it was important for me to keep my little family together. I wanted better for my kids; the only problem is he made our lives a living hell. Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school, worked, took care of the house, and kids. He refused to work and belittled everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my choices and should deal with them. I stayed for over 10 years.