I could not imagine how she had gotten into the bar, then I remembered that she had gotten a fake ID. As she made her way to the stage I made my way o...er to the table that she had left. Jacqueline disappeared behind the stage.As I approached the table I sat in my sister’s empty chair. Her three best friends were shocked to see me. They explained that the bouncer lets eighteen-year-old girls in but that he stamps their hands so that they cannot buy drinks. This was their second time in that bar.. Her hair was neatly braided in pigtails.She was wearing a full-length non-provocative frock. All in all, she looked like how a 19-year old should. She was drowsy and the moment and like a cute little girl, from time to time she was falling asleep but waking up when the bus hit a pothole and then trying to go back to sleep.Many years ago Kanti’s mother had left her village to go work in the city. Since then she got married, gave birth to Kanti and brought her up all by herself after her husband. But jeez, felt like the 'deaf helping the blind' therapist that has to advice people who actually have the same 'disorder' as herself. Weird!"The food started coming and they arranged the table so everything would fit. The dishes were small but plentiful."So, Kim went on," I Listened and listened and started reading up on it. I contacted other therapists and sexual specialists, checked the internet and started to look for stories and came across a website with like minded people and start. We went into the living room and he learned how to sit on a sofa, an armchair and a dinning chair. He practiced feminine mannerisms like resting his hand on his bosom, brushing his hair back with his fingers, and a hundred others. When he made mistakes she snapped at him and when he slipped into his male persona she slapped his face hard, making him cry. She was merciless and he was constantly in tears. Each time he cried she would send him into the bedroom to fix his make-up. After three hours.