It provided a context that helped her better understand whoshe was.He asked her when she started smoking. She told him she began at 15,just as she'd ...old others. But he probed further."Did you think it was cool or something?" he asked."No," she said. She was thoughtful for a moment. "I guess it was justdifferent for me."That part was true. For some unknown reason, she'd begun smoking duringthat first transition period. Sometime, a month or so later, she'd feltthat first pang of addiction.. I didn't hate my stepfather, because he was always frank with me, and he never forced me to do anything.I did it because I wanted to! Was it a pita? was! and to work, wasn't it? - fuck it !!I always carried lots of money, and I felt that being a "bitch" was not as bad as that, after all, money also gives us "power".Working on an assembly line at a shoe factory doesn't give us anything. I never saw the money, and it was still being exploited by force. Like ... who can handle a life like. I think that, perhaps, after three years of limbo, the opportunity to throw caution to the winds and have a night on the town was more than attractive. She wore her hair styled high with loose ringlets falling onto her graceful neck and, like me, had used a little powder and lip stain to enhance her already very attractive face. The thought of kissing her made my pulse beat harder and sent little thrills through all sorts of places.After dinner, we took a cab to the Adelphi Theatre, where Mr. "Charles gulped. "Um, are we talking breasts here?" Well you've always said how much you liked mine," joked Dorothy, "Now'sthe time to try them for yourself," She stepped behind him and he had alittle trickle of disappointment as he felt her begin unbuttoning theblouse. He tried to help a little with the cuff buttons, but through lackof practice the little pearl fastenings tended to elude his fingers.Moments later she slipped the light garment over his head and he oncemore was bare.