Understandddddd.” I never knew she saw me as friend and would dare to call her madam stupid. I asked sorry and she was happy.It was just after diwal... thus at night there was chill in the air. She was wearing blue denim jeans and fitting red t-shirt. This was making her look damn sexy. She always used to wear a light perfume which smelt like rose. This all was making me tense and exotic. then she started talking to me and now I was relaxed and was enjoying her company. The time passed and after. Almost every memory I had now was mewanting to be a girl and trying to be one as often as I could. Idressed in my mom's clothes a lot. I was always in her room, pretendingthat I was a mom. Remembering all those memories gave me such joy.Then I remembered my dad beating me for dressing up. He did it on morethat one occasion, but that last time; he beat me so much... I started tocry again. God, why did I have to repress those feelings! I could havebegun this journey so much earlier. Well,. . me!What happened next surprised me, in fact it really surprised me, Yan stepped closer and placed a kiss firmly on my mouth,"I've wanted to do something like this for so long" he said "In Turkey it i*****l for men to have sex with each other and the penalties are so severe I'm scared to" Well I'm not going to say anything if you don't, and you're not in Turkey now so feel free to enjoy yourself" with that he seemed to relax a great deal more and kissed me again on the mouth. His kiss was. "Leporello looked up, bleary eyed, and tried to take in both of them, thegentleman, and young Ramon."Sorry, I can't do it. Not today. Sorry."He was beginning to slur his words very slightly, but still spoke clearlyenough. He focussed on the gentleman, or tried to."My apologies, your honour. I ain't feeling up to it today. Can't do it.Come back another day. I'll tell you all. I still got it, you know."He scrabbled about inside his jerkin and extracted a grubby, dog-earednotebook. He waved it.