On Sheila's left was Debra Washington, a black girl whose dusky skin was a pleasant contrast to the lighter color of Sheila. Before coming to the Rosh...a Debra had been a security petty officer on the Antares. In Sheila's right and cuddled tight to her was a girl who had been Sheila's best friend before being critically injured in a space battle the year before. Rita Hernandez's torn and blasted body had come to the Roshaa in a suspended animation tube and Sheila had never expected to see her. Sharmila began talking about the different changes her body was going through due to the pregnancy, and eventually the subject of her boobs came up again. She explained that not only did they get bigger, but they became increasingly sensitive. She told me that sometimes they became so sensitive that it was uncomfortable to wear any clothing at all, much less the bras that became tighter and tighter as her boobs got bigger.I couldn’t keep my eyes off her boobs, no matter how hard I tried, but if. "But do you- do you ever, um," I ask."Go back to 'boyhood'?" Natalie completes my sentence for me."Sometimes, but very rarely. I like having the choice. I can be whoeverI want to be, whenever I want to be. 'Tied down' doesn't really suit me.Right now, though, I want to be a ballerina, so less talking, moredancing!" I force a smile on my face as Natalie and I continue dancing,though her words resonate with me- being able to be whoever she wants tobe, whenever she wants to be. That's an option I. I guess she was serious about not being into women.?I can?t get the lock open. Do you have anything I else I can use on it?? she said sounding disappointed at failing.?The middle drawer of my dresser is my toy drawer. There may be something in there you can use.?I knew there were no tools in the drawer but I wanted her to get a look at my collection in hopes that she would want to use some of the toys on me. I turned my head to watch her begin to look through my assortment. I had some other.