It took me having toget excused from Gym for Pinkerton Academy know that I was born a boy.When I started here, my parents told Principal Jo Barns abou... me and sheassured us that I would be safe here. She kept her word for the mostpart. I really liked wearing the girl's uniforms.I really liked wearing the girl's uniforms. There is the dress like theone that Tracy Partridge of the Partridge Family sitcom, a blazer withcapri, pant, shorts, skirt, skort and sailor style blouse or sweater allin. He said 9:30, but may be late on purpose,” Hill told them. I let them stew for a few more minutes before calling Hill on my smart phone.“Hill,” he answered.“Mr. Hill, we have been waiting for some time for you and your briefers at the end of the small church parking lot just west of the football field,” I told him before ending the call. I had already tapped into all of the video cameras that they had installed, and watched as Hill and his assistants loaded back in to their SUVs to join us. I. “I’ve heard good things about you from Alex,” she said, “and I’m a bit jealous.” “No need for that,” I said confidently, “It’s only therapy.” “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Jameson; my sister said you have certain skills that surprised her and I want to avail myself of them,” she said, tossing the towel on her desk. “And that would mean…” I asked, just to make her say it. “Cut the bull shit, Mr. Jameson,” she said, stepping closer. “I know you’re sexually passive and I’m going to make you eat. She just looked at her inquisitively.“You’re drunk. Just look at them.” The frat boys looked at them with a perverted look in their eyes.“Look, honey, what’s your name?” The bartender had a warmness to her voice as she looked at her. She kind of liked it.“My name is... Fancy,” Fancy said reluctantly.“The name's Jezebel,” The bartender replied.The two newfound friends talked at the bar. Jezebel was somewhat tipsy. That came with the job. Fancy was drunk. She did not care. She gave up everything.