I’ll make arrangements to have that done and have a plastic surgeon take a look at it.”“Forget it,” I said. “I don’t mind the scar right a...ove my eyebrow. Besides, there’s one just below it from second grade, I suspect. I don’t know for sure because of the bandages.”“OK,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll also need an x-ray of your wrist, and a full skull series plus CT. We’ll do those next Monday as well.”“Anything ELSE?” I asked.“Steve...” Kara warned.“Sorry, Doctor Frankenstein,” I said. This time I was alonewith the doctor and able to fully describe my feelings."Yes, I really do like living as a girl. I don't have to fight and holdmy own against other boys. Girls are nicer and talk about stuff insteadof just grinning and smirking. I like the life style and the clothes,etc, etc, etc."The interview lasted over two hours and she then gave me an exhaustiveexamination. Finally she wagged her head."I'm afraid there's not a lot we can do for your rosie. I could try a bitof. Billy's first inkling: it was eighth grade geography as he remembered it. Mrs. Killington had just bored the class with her monotone delivery about textiles in the New England states and it was like a soporific. His eyes were slowly closing.Unfortunately for him, Mrs. Killington nearly broke his eardrum awakening him as the class laughed hysterically, desperate for anything to liven the action.Billy didn't get pissed. He calmly asked Mrs. Killington what shampoo she was using because her hair. " said Harry."It did - but good old Jeremy's just freshened it up a bit. Very stimulating! He used his belt this time. He's pretty strong, considering how thin he is"Her two friends came and stood one on either side of her. Harry patted her rump and Gwen squealed delightedly, asking her to slap her again only much harder. Jessica felt sick as she heard Harry complying vigorously."What's happening to you, Gwen?" she moaned. "Try to control yourself and don't you encourage her, Harry. And what.