The seating placed me with a lithe and lovely young lady who also ended up there alone. I was old enough to be her father, almost, and we settled into...easy conversation and I actually found myself enjoying the company and the conversation. She was ravishing in her shimmering black, sleek and slinky cocktail dress. A black diaphanous affair with one strap over the shoulder, leaving the other bare and a slit up one leg that showed a wonderful line of leg and a damn ed fine thigh. A simple strand. The others just sat there and stared, and when I turned around, they started to laugh again. But the subject of there conversation changed when others began entering the room, and they started to quiet down. Luke wasn’t here yet, and I was getting worried he might not show up today. I got up to go to the bathroom, mainly to go and text him, and find out if he was coming today. When I entered the bathroom, I pulled out my phone and texted him asking him where he was. As I put my phone back in. Donna hadn't expected to see anyone so she had not bothered with a shirt. Her audience watched in appreciation as she ran by.Three of them started in her direction.They caught up and fell in beside her matching her speed. They were wearing cammo pants with brown T-shirts and all looked very fit.Donna looked around at her new running companions their shirts fit tight and she could see the muscles rippling as they ran. Even in combat boots they kept up, or donna slowing down??? Two of them were. I always knew that even though Ithought guys were cute, my feelings had nothing to do with wanting tosleep with guys. It was about me and how I saw my own body and self.That I wasn't gay but a transsexual wishing that I was in the girl'sdorm instead of the boy's dorm.It was also around this time that I first told my mother straight outthat now that I was out of high school, I'd wear a skirt or dress forspecial occasions, but I'd kill myself before I got dressed up in a suitand tie again..