That was all about to change.Fancy read my stories as a high school horn dog regularly. I got amused by how much she got taken aback by my material. I...read her facial expression as she was reading. It was as if she was innocent."Chad, you could do this stuff for real," she said, impressed.Looking back at it, they were not that good."Thanks," I replied.I thought about her (and other girls that I showed my early work to). It intrigued me. All the boys I showed my stories to had a different. I got into the boxy pinstriped suit I had bought earlier- it didn’t take more than a sports bra to flatten my female chest down under the crisp white shirt- and washed off all my make up, not that I usually wore much. Staring at my naked face, and the jarringly masculine body I now sported, a thrill of excitement fluttered through me. God I hoped this would work. Deciding to leave my short black hair down, I went downstairs to wait for him. It was dark by the time Davy got home, so with the. Eventually he went to bed. We put his boy clothes in thewashing machine and sat down to watch "Steel Magnolias."We had just reached the scene when Annelle revealed that her husband wason the run when the doorbell rang. It was Gisela. Her date hadn't goneas planned and she had come to pick up Robin.I explained Robin was asleep and his clothes were in the washing machinebut Gisela wanted to take him home now. So I led Gisela through to thebedroom. She was shocked to see her son in a. ’ ‘Its going to be bloody forty today,’ Charlie moaned as he struggled with the weight of the large trestle. The women had decided that it would be cooler to eat Xmas lunch out under the Moreton bay fig tree in the breeze. So the long trestle table had to be dragged out to be set up in the shade. ‘As soon as I’m finished I’m going to dive in beside Ruby,’ Charlie said. They looked over to where Ruby and Annabelle were lying in the water on blow up beds under the large canvas fly. ‘It looks.