Generally at the motels, we k**s would get our swim trunks on to go play in the pools. Dad would sit in the room for a while, watch the news, read a p...per calming down from driving. Then we would get dressed go find a place to eat. My brothers, and my sister saw a movie on TV that caught their attention. So alone I got ready for a swim and left with a towel for the pool. The noise from the nearby interstate droned away in the back ground, the smell of the chlorine wafted in the air. I remember. Santino, a man who had worked under her. From my first visit, I found myself unable to stop thinking about what it would be like for him to handle parts of me with the delicacy with which he held his stethoscope against my chest. He asked me questions while reviewing my charts, and listened to me patiently, his eyes locking with mine for so long it made me shudder. I wanted to believe that he felt it, too - that he was as drawn to me as I was to him - but to him I was probably just another. "Are you okay?" I asked him, my own condition being one of extreme nervousness. He again nodded but said nothing.The tension in me was building to a peak, and I felt as though I would faint if I didn't get up from the table. Just as I was beginning to move to get up, Chris softly spoke out, still looking down at the table, "I thought were going to be mad at me."His words suprised me, so much so that I let out a huge sigh of relief as I said, "Mad at you?"He looked up at me for a moment, a. She was in bliss, captivated and enthralled in herfemininity. Miss Styles' former son was now her daughter, the woman shewished her to be, she had transformed her into. No longer was he aruffian, an unruly young man who was rude and disobedient. He wasmother's doll, a picture perfect, sweet, and a loving and adorable younglady."Do you like your new dress my dearest Melissa?" Miss Styles asked herprecious daughter knowing what her response would be."I love it mommy," Melissa replied with girlish.