"Then Jamie isn't transgendered?" Not as that term is commonly applied." I'm sorry, Jenny, I'm back to being confused. You helped me tounderstand tha... Jamie did not see the doll as a girl and that hiswanting to be like the doll didn't necessarily mean that he wanted to bea girl, even though it appeared that way to us, just that he wanted tobe like the doll. I get that now, but, if Jamie doesn't want to be agirl, then he isn't transgendered, is he?" What makes you think that Jamie wants to be. Unable to help his curiosity, he closed his eyes and delved into her mind. Gregg was finding it easier and easier to hear people's thoughts, especially Heather's. Was it because he was getting stronger in this strange power? Did it have something to do with the amount of time he spent with Heather? Both? Gregg didn't know. But "listening" to a dream, even Heather's dreams, took much more effort than just listening to conscious thoughts. It was like digging through soft, dry sand. As he dug. Her hair was mattedagainst her face, which glistened from the sweat of her exertion.Her eyes were glassy, rolling back into her fluttering eyelidswhenever he entered her with his fingers. He himself shuddered asanother ripple of energy tore through him, drawing an urgent cryfrom his lips as his drew closer to his climax.His high-pitched cry prompted Tamara to glance at the diminutivegirl below her. Her scarlet locks had become a delicious mess,frazzled and strewn about as their owner was. I'm free to roam and she's not.Worse yet, she has no one to depend on but me. No one to help her but me. That's an awful lot of responsibility weighing on my shoulders.It's not that I'm afraid of the challenge. It's that I'm scared I might fail. I wouldn't be able to live in this new existence if that happened.Ever since I wound up in this state, one that I never expected, it's been bungle after bungle that I've created. I really didn't want my ineptitude in this new way of life for me to doom.