” I snapped back, not sure if I was royally pissed at my old man, or just disappointed. Carol replied, “Was it? Really?” and then dropped the c...nversation, returning to her work in the kitchen, and I went on to the next letter, this one from Mom to Dad in response. Dear Jack, January 30 th , 1942 When I read your letter, I cried. For me. For you. I have tried to forgive, but, I’m not there yet! Many of my co-workers at the plant think I should drop you like a hot rock, letting you shack up. This man, the schoolteacher whom they trusted had taken advantage of them. He'd violated both of her beautiful, young daughters. She could tell from their flushed faces, the heaviness of their eyelids and the languorous relaxation of their young, shapely bodies. But she didn't dare say anything. Anything she did might lead to her own sexual perversion being discovered.The four of them spent an uncomfortable half-hour without any of them saying what was on their minds. After Mrs. Adams left, the. Of course, but..." Maybe you need more time to get used to the idea of being a woman,Beth. To look forward to those things that turn a girl into a woman?"The texture of my thigh feels suddenly different, I look and see my legsbared for all to see by a pair of very high cut, stonewashed denimshorts, I'm wearing opaque, black tights and flat brown ankle boots, theshape of my smaller breasts is shown off by a tight, white t shirt. Myfingernails are short and painted black.My mouth must have. Her posture also changed and before me stood a well build man in anexpensive looking suit, probably in his 40s. "You can move now," he said.I nearly fell forward, making a step, before I used my hands to balance. IHeard a clicking-sound that came from the ground. I looked at my feet andsaw that I was wearing that same leather-booties Iris had worn before andthe leather skirt besides. But that view quickly vanished, when somethingred sprang from my ribcage and blocked the my sight."Wow, this is.