In my head I have the entire thing planned out. The week of my spring break my mom was going to L.A. to shoot some porn and escort a bit. Whenever she...went out there she stayed with Tad, so all I had to do was to convince her to let me go on the trip. That would be easier said than done. As I got older my mom tried to separate her two worlds. She didn’t want me hanging around porn people; she was always afraid that I would get into the business as well. Unlike her I excelled in school, and it. We had lunch in a place across the street - neither of us feltlike the greasy excuse for food that was all you could find in the foodcourt. We left the mall and went to a number of places downtown andaround. Wendy certainly knew how to shop. But since the plan was forme to return to my previous maleness in about 10 days, we didn'tactually buy much. I did get my ears pierced (she said the holes woulddisappear when I returned to normal), and sported a pair of aquamarinestuds. I brought home. Then everything went on normally until the middle of the afternoon, with the help and complicity of my sister that I arranged with a friend of ours to go to a small room prepared for the bride to go to the bathroom and later change clothes where I went later. with my sister. While I went with my sister to the bathroom to take a pee and remove the tampon that she found strange, but I claimed to be a precaution for fear that with nervousness something would happen, our friend was undressing, but. Maybe it was a combination of things.First, she was different.Different to what I was used to. Soft and rounded, not lean and taut. Dark, not fair. Quiet and considerate, not showy or egocentric. Mature, but on some things quite naïve.Or was it just the close familiarity we now had at work, being on the same project for over two weeks with mostly just each other's company - a sort-of "hot-house" atmosphere where things might happen that in other circumstances wouldn't?Or maybe it was just.