Repeated attempts at counseling had no affect and her psychiatrists had a common theme, she was depressed and was using drugs and alcohol to avoid fac...ng her issues."I nodded when he looked up again, noting the pain and the tears in his eyes. It was a story I had seen many times in my medical career. People with depression often turned to drugs and alcohol. It made no difference if your father was a billionaire or homeless, that was a vicious cycle that was nearly impossible to break."Then a. I had also then been seeing her friend Darlene’s father, Mr. H, now almost two years. His and my relationship was common knowledge with my sister and his two daughters Bobbie and Darlene. Bobbie was Becky’s age and Darlene mine. When I was five our uncle, my mother’s cousin, was asked if he could help where my parents were failing in getting me to understand I was a boy. I began spending time with him. He as Bobbie and Darlene’s father was saw me as a girl and allowed me to dress as one and be. Again the phone vibrated, Is that what you do?Yeah, it's my motto…So, I’ve decided I’m going to cheer you up. How about a movie? I’ll pick you up at 8. Send me your address. I sent it, shut off the game, and walked into my room. I put on deodorant and a black tee shirt, just as I received her address.I picked her up and drove us to the movie theater. As we walked to the glass doors of the theater, I observed her body. It was just as I had remembered. Her hair was straight, and she wore a school. I was embarrassed but didn”t want her to feel know it. Gathering some courage, I told her it is okay anyway, because they were beautiful and are inviting to be looked at. It is just that anybody, given a chance would love to caress them. She got angry and turned red at it. She turned around and swung her left arm at me to slap and I moved to a side. She tripped again on to the sofa, this time accidently opening the second hook of her nightie and her bra was fully visible.The sight was too much.