They were cute. Small straps around the toes and ankles only. Theycall them sandals, but I've never seen sandals like these before. Lizloves make up s... I've been able to stash a complete makeup tables worth.Lipstick, eye shadow, some other stuff for you cheeks and powders. A fewbrushes and even a full bottle of Rudy red nail polish. I really do enjoygetting dressed up. Sometimes I feel it's the only time I can be myself.Unfortunately it's hard to dress for any length of time, but I'm. "What?"When the Island was bombed and destroyed the family and home, Junior was turning sixteen and late for her birthday party. She arrived to a smoking hole still filling with Great Lakes water.For about two years, Junior went three miles past wild. She was pregnant at 18 without a clue as to the male who produced the sperm and really didn't give a fuck ... she probably should have started that attitude earlier ... not giving a fuck. A daughter was born. As is the family tradition, the time. I didn't know what to think of her, male or female, whatever she wanted to be. All I knew was that she made my heart ache and my pulse race. Did that make me a lesbian, bisexual? But she wanted to be a man, is that how I should think of her? Whatever, I wanted her. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and stepped forward into the unknown. “So, Robin, what do I call you, he , she?” Almost with disbelief her lips twitched, not wanting to accept this happiness. “Me,” she said. She reached for the. It was a small thing that started me thinking. I just happened to notice what appeared to be a hickey on my wife's neck. Normally, I would have teased her about it, but for some reason at this time, I didn't. If it was a hickey, I know that I didn't put it there. It could have been a bug bite, or maybe an ingrown hair. She compounded my anxiety by trying to cover it up with make-up while we were at home. I could understand why she would want to cover it up, if she went out, but why would she.