At first, she looked at me rather oddly but when I asked her to follow me into the back, she did without much hesitation. I showed her into the first ...f the booths but then decided that perhaps she'd be more comfortable in the small but a bit cozier break room/office further back At least there was a sofa there which I was quite sure had seen more than its fair share of action over the years.She smiled nervously at me when I asked her if she wanted a bit of privacy. She hesitated and then said. He wasbecoming more of a woman. He knew his mind and his body was moving acrossto the female side. Frankie wished he could share what was happening withmore people, but he wasn't really sure he knew he could verbalize what hefelt. Other than the dean, Helen, Bruce, Todd and the people heinterviewed, he was an unknown.A lot was happening. His physical body was different. His rear end and hiships had started to flesh out. His bottom was rounding and protruding outfrom his backside. He was feeling. His shirt isn’t so tight – suggesting a slight frame. His voice is almost stereotypically gay, “And I’m William Peverall...”Cut to a close-up of the woman. Pushing 50, reddish blonde hair and a bright face, with nice – not over-the-top make-up. Her nose is narrow, her lips are thin, and she’s got a good complexion for an older lady. She’s dressed casually in a blouse, unbuttoned far enough to show off her cleavage, and a knee length skirt that hugs her thighs tight enough to show she’s in. " Wait! Don't!" she threw herself at me, trying to block my way. "Dad! Daddy! Please! I beg you! You'll make things worse!"She tried. She really did try to pull at my heart strings, but I would not hear of it. I picked her up and set her aside me and out of my path."You'll just make things worse for me!" Donna, tomorrow we leave for a week and a half. Until then, you will stay with me, away from my chicken-shit son! That's an order, not a request!"I left her standing there, crying, and headed.