The image I saw in the mirror burst all of the illusions I had about my maleness! Inside, in that private place we all have, I knew that I would never...again be happy again unless I was able to become this young woman more than once in a while.The girl, me, was looking back from the mirror, and like my sister, she is stunning. Her large blue eyes with their long lashes look deeply into me. She has wide, pouty lips highlighted by sensual reddish pink lipstick. Her soft brown hair falls a few. We have a history teacher in the junior high who has admitted to socialist leanings. A commie in our school! Not once we get a new superintendent. We’ll clean up that mess.”Martin had taken me under his wing soon after Bea and I moved back to Indiana. He was part of why we chose our church after visiting several. He’d been on the welcoming committee who visited us afterward. His wife cooed over baby Cassandra and was often the babysitter of choice when she was little. Sadly, she’d passed away. Her sister came to her aid and confessed that she had known for someyears.After much shouting, it was decided that Whitney must move out of thefamily home, but could continue to work in the store. The explanationwould be that it was a cousin who had come over whilst Whillam had goneoff to work in another part of Australia.Whitney was barred from going to the family home, and so had to rent asmall unit."I've been saving everything I have for five years. My parents, ofcourse, will not help me. ’ ‘I’d better call Dennis,’ Sharon said. ‘Why don’t you call the hospital?’ +++++ Wilson had tried for an hour to reconstruct the humerus, but with many fragments either missing or too small she now looked down on a hopeless mess, Wilkins had had even less luck with the mangled shreds of nerves and blood vessels in the area. ‘We’re getting nowhere fast,’ she said after looking at the anesthesiologist. ‘How’s she doing?’ ‘We’re three hours twelve minutes in. Holding her own.’ ‘Okay,’ Wilson.