I made final arrangements, and then I was off overseas for the operation. They told me it all went well, but it would look a mess for a while until it...all healed. Yeah, it was a mess, but in time, it did heal and I was now a girl.I went back to work and back to dance, My dance teacher was very impressed by my change, and thought I was one of the most talented dancers she had taught in her life. She recommended that I should try to get a place in the National Dance Company. There were auditions. "You shouldn't have done that!" he declared, ballinghis fist again. He punched but the lithe man slipped fluidly under theblow. With a roar the large man flailed again, his hand hitting nothingbut air as the lithe man twisted out of the way. A third blow thrashedby, but the lithe man avoided it with ease."Three strikes," the thin man noted, clapping his hands before they flewat the large man. In a blur his hands impacted upon the large man's neck,shoulder, chest, flank and navel in rapid. Bad se tang aa kar maine ek jordaar thappad unke gaal par maara aur wo dard ke maare karaah padi aur gaal sahlaane lagi maine gaali bakte hue kaha saali bhosdi waali teri samajh me baat nahi aa rahi jis mama ki tu baat kar rahi hai ja kar dekh bagal waale kamre me meri bahan ki choot aur uski saas ki bhosdi me lauda ghusaay pada hai isiliye kah raha hoon seedhe…seedhe maan ja warna main haraami pane pe utar aaunga aur fir mami ji mera roop dekh kar thoda sa normal pad gayi main unki choochyan. I wondered if she would recognize me, or even remember me. Panic began to set in. What would she tell my mom? Or would she? Melissa, or Ms. Thompson as I knew her when I was a budding teenager, was a dear friend of my moms. She, along with several other women used to get together weekly and play cards or dominoes . But mostly they sipped on a drink or two and gossiped. Ms. Thompson was a beautiful women who never married. Her life's companion became the business she was left to care for. .