I guess women's lib was a long way off. The most intriguing thing she told me about was the succession of control of the camps. It seems that the toug...est was boss. Currently that was the one known as Maxtono. Another custom was if one man was killed by another, all his property, including wives, mistresses and children belonged to the man who killed him. That man was expected to take care of the women and children by providing food and shelter. But if a man was killed by a beast, the widow and. It was a time when "Sex" was a bad word, and no one ever talked aboutit. Most people knew very little about a transvestite's. No one everheard of the words, Transgender, or Transsexual yet.The year was 1952, and I was 7-years-old. Back then girls and ladiesboth, wore nothing but dresses, maybe some shorts, or pedal pushers inthe summer. My story starts out with a shopping a trip with my mom andsister. We were shopping for a new birthday dress, for my sister'supcoming birthday and party. In the. The thong material had slipped into private area, bisecting the plump mound, leaving it snuggled by lips on either side. Should I bite, should I eat? I had never done that before, only read or heard about it. I leaned close and brought my face to it, sniffing the strange musky aroma. I lost balance and my nose poked the dark flesh.“Baby, you need something?” I heard her slurry voice say, making me jump.I eased back into my original position as she straightened her legs.“No mom I’m fine.”“You. " She said, ?Thank you, Private. We?llcontinue our tour of the house."One of the doors we hadn?t opened yet turned out to be an elevator tothe basement. Jess said, ?There are emergency stairs, but we are goingdeep. You?ll understand the reason soon." We must have dropped theequivalent of three stories when the door to the elevator opened, and Isaw a teenage girl?s paradise. It was all done in pastels on the walls.There were couches and chairs, and a huge TV on one wall. Jess said,?You.