I looked atPatty's copies of Teen magazine, spent some time walking around thehouse, and sitting watching TV like that. Finally, though, I knew I ha...to leave, and that I couldn't take anything with me. As I changed back,I started to cry again. The feeling of having the clothes of a girl myage on, instead of my Mom's, had made me feel worse, not better. If I'dhad any sense, I would have stopped there, but I went back over every daythat week, and tried on some variation of what she had. Wo boli “kya hua, ye kutub minaar sidha kyun ho gaya”. Maine kaha ki tumhaari mehrbaani hai. Wo uth kar chali gayi. Kai baar aisi ghanayein hoti rahi aur ham dono ek doosre ko aur achi tarah jan gaye. Ek baar tez baarish ke karan school mein kam bache aaye. Buss se utar ke class mein jaate waqt hum dono bheeg gaye. White shirt hone ke karan uski bra bilkul saaf dikh rahi thi. Mera to man kar raha thaa ki abhi uske saare kapde utaar ke uske juicy boobs ko choos loon. Hum class mein gaye to. Mom pointed out that I was only a freshman, I had three more years to be part of a school team if I so desired, but a coach putting a student in detention for not wanting to be part of a team, was paramount to blackmail. That got the principal to back off quickly, scared of risking a lawsuit.It might not have been the best idea to upset a coach like I obviously had, but his attitude wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with, if he persisted in his approach, or tried to get back at me due to. "Martin how did you know I had solar lights on the runway?"I asked. "Have you already landed there?" No we just took a look at it. It was all a routine scouting mission for emergency places to put down." He sounded convincing, but I didn't believe him. He didn't really expect me to. It was more a plausible story line, meant to confuse.Soldiers from the Church Camp, downtown businessmen, and cops all came over to speak to me. I had one more chance to stop by to see Reggie and I planned to do.