"Your father and I have been talking," she went on, stillyelling. I wondered if the neighbors could hear. If I yelledlike that sooner or later she w...uld tell me to keep my voice downso the neighbors wouldn't "know our business." We think you should quit this job." She was still yelling. Istripped off my boy briefs and dropped them in the hamper. Ibent to check out my legs, still smooth, I wouldn't need toshave, good. I tucked mister back between my legs andstood up and looked at myself in. As he adjusted the straps,Patrick looked in the mirror."Pretty cool," he thought. "I still look like a boy, but it looks neat tosee me in a training bra and panties."The training bra felt different, but good, around his chest.Just then there was a knock at Patrick's door. It was his Mum again."Can I come in, now?" she asked."I suppose so," Patrick replied.She opened the door, and asked "Well, don't you look pretty! So what doyou think? Do you like wearing a bra and panties? This is what girls. "Thank you; but I am a male, at least inside. For now, your son Gregory has helped me become a woman so that I might right a terrible wrong." He nodded his head, and took my hand in his. My hand seemed to disappear in his, and as he held it, his wife took the other. "Do not let anger control you child. Do what has to be done and then quit. Be yourself and go on with life." Her soft words and gentle touch said a lot about her and her family, and I understood why her sons were so compassionate.. .."As Kaitie started Tara shut the bedroom door, sensing a seriousconversation starting. And with magic being involved she didn't want itto be overheard. At their ages they were too old to seriously imaginethese kinds of things happening and no telling what Sarah and Kaitie'sparents would think if they thought the girls were make-believe playing,and believing their own stories."Actually, it was to get someone to like me," Kaitie said quickly, andquietly. She had hoped they wouldn't make it out.