For those of you that can legally read this story, there isn't much sexin the story (come on....I was only 10 years old when this story takesplace for...goodness sakes). I hope you enjoy it and perhaps may like toread about me in later chapters and about how I grew up.*********************************My memory simply can't recall the exact moment in time when thoughts ofme being a girl actually happened, or when I first actually startedwearing girls underwear. It may have been when I was around 2. Fifteen minutes later we were all up on the road to Lufkin, including the displeased Asian woman. I wondered what her problem was for about half a second and then I forgot about her altogether. I had more important things to deal with. The travois for Nimue had been rigged up and she was lying on it. The gnome was sitting on the travois with her, watching over her and the dwarf was seated on the back of the horse, between the two poles. Seeing them and then the mass of people we had with us. I got in and buckled up. I turned to him."Things do get to me Aden, but I try not to let anyone know it." You can let me know it, I know exactly how you feel right now."I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, then I turned back onto the road and headed for Lucia's. I was fucking starving. I was trying to fight the whirlwind in my mind.We pulled into the parking lot of the diner and parked. We both got out and went inside. It was pretty empty save for the elderly couple sitting in a booth. A flush of red stained his cheeks and his lips were pulled down into a hard line, very unlike their habitual half-smile. Sophie was suddenly put in mind of a sketch she’d once seen of a judge in a black cap pronouncing a death sentence on some highwayman. Good Lord, it’s only spilled tea. It was hardly a hanging offence! Although, one might not be too wrong in expecting that a gently born Englishwoman some years out of the schoolroom would be able to operate a teacup efficiently. Is that why.