She spun around and headed back to her room mentally choosing a pair of shoes from her closet, expecting David to wait in living room. Instead, she he...rd his voice right behind her as she slipped into her closet, grabbing a pair of dark red heels. ‘You look beautiful,’ he said simply, his warm breath playing on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, still with her back to him, and composed herself and her reaction before she turned around. ‘Thanks,’ she smiled as she closed her closet door. We can do treatment”. She “come on! Its not only sperms fertility issue. it is gender issue. He has very tiny penis. Which is not capable of producing c***d”. I said “Ok. Then atleast you can adopt”. She think for a while & said “then what about my sex life. How can I live whole life without proper sex”. The discussions went on for 15 minutes without conclusion. Finally time came to leave. . After few days. I got a call from Arbaz. After a few chat. I realise he is nervous & he wants to say. Once again as she went under and when she came out of the anesthesiaBelle was holding her hands. Just feeling those hands in hers was sosoothing and relaxing to the new, yet older woman, that Charlotte wasfast becoming.She was still a 63 year old T-woman, but with the weight loss, plasticsurgery and personal physical training she was more than pleased thanever with her new body.Seeing all the changes in her long time spouse and longer time bestfriend Charles, now Charlotte, Belle was also. I wrote about the young girl, no more than seven, who took a meat cleaver from the kitchen and split her father's face down the center for having touched her tender spots a week before-hand. Soon I realized some of these acts of mutilation were performed by me in my dreams, and to people I knew as well as strangers. I never showed anyone these journals, not a soul. Everyone at first wanted to see, but as time grew on, as I changed and became stranger, more... like my current self, people.