" "I'll do that." * Later that night, Ryan lay on the couch, reading and listening to some music, her ankle propped up on a pillow. She had turned o... iTunes and set it to shuffle. Some might have found it odd to hear Bad Company, then Sara Bereilles, followed by John Coltrane, but she liked it. She put her book aside and pushed herself up, trying but failing to stifle a groan of pain and irritation as she did. She used the arm of the couch to push herself up, got her crutches, and went over. I want to be a girl. I'm trapped in thisbody and I can't escape it." I started to cry. Jackie came over andgave me a hug."Wow, Mel. You really feel like this, huh?" I just nodded my head."What are we going to do with ourselves?" I don't know," I answered. We both sat there in silence for a while. "You should tell your mom," Jackie said."What?" I yelled. "I don't think so." I told your mom how I am." What?" I said again, floored by what she just said."When we went to my old place to. I shouted her name to call her.‘Sruthiii’‘Haa…one sec’, she shouted back.After a few mins she came and asked…what happened ra??I’m feeling hungry.Oh… should I make something or shall we order something from outside??‘No… don’t make anything. Order na. I don’t want to sleep with empty stomach’, i mocked.She almost threw her mobile and smiled, ‘shut up’.God… She only removed her dupatta…and she’s looking like a bomb.We had some Chinese. And I am back to my tiny world, laptop.She said me goodnight. Me: Maybe not.Uncle: You will, Sandy.Me: No, uncle. I’m strong at that. It is very difficult to tempt me, you know.Uncle: Ok, then. Let’s make a bet.Me: What bet, uncle? About what?Uncle: But first, you promise me that this bet will be between us both only.Me: Ok, uncle. First, tell me what the bet is?Uncle: We will put a timer for 10 minutes. I will not do anything forcefully, and of course, you can resist.Me: What is this, uncle? What forceful and what can I resist?Uncle: You are really a.