Do you think you can do that for me?"And I want you to explore this ballet theme a little deeper. If therewere a ballet performance this week, I'd lik... for you to attend it. Iwant you to read up on the story of ballet and tell me about it nextweek. I want a history of sorts. Try to explore what it is about thefemale costume that you're attracted to."Jamie's going to hate that. She's going to call me a faggot all weekbecause I'm reading about ballet and ballerina costumes. Isn't theresomething. He loved traveling. Playing sports was natural to him. He represented his college in track events, played football for his college team and yet here he was putting on weight by sitting on his office chair daily.He had often caught himself daydreaming and thinking how amazing it would be to get a day back in his college. After all, he was one of the most popular guys in college and had an incredible body which was clearly admired by the hungry eyes of girls and women in his college. He had often. The stuff she was wearing when she died was ruined, of course ... The helmet is probably past its use-by date, but it will satisfy the letter of the law..." Can you do 'biker chick'?" I raised an eyebrow in query.She seemed to blur momentarily, then ... without altering her basic features, became ... older? Harder? Her face seemed weathered, lined. How did she do that?"Perfect!"She smiled, a hawkish, predatory smile. I would not have thought it of her.The hospital bed was collected half-way. I'm scared enough of slipping up during the day with the gender stuff, Iwish the nightmares would give me a break.******I was raped. I'm almost one hundred percent sure of it. I had a badnightmare last night, and for the first time, I remembered some of itwhen I woke up. Worse, the nightmare seemed to indicate my gender stuffplayed a part in it. So it was my fault. Well, maybe being at the campwill help.*****Dear Diary;Well, this will be my last entry until I get back from the camp. I wishI.