She remembers mom, in fact she was the one who insisted I was named Swaroop as that is what my mom used to call me when I was in the womb. I and my si...ter are poles-apart and she is happy being the pretty, popular girl in town with her army of friends and hordes of admirers. I’m the silent loner who has no friends and most kids my age are afraid to talk to me because I’m much bigger than them and always carry this fucked-up look on my face. Basically my sister and my aunts are the only people. Alan seemed a nice guy easy to talk to, seems he was recently divorced and was buying himself the cruiser to celebrate providing the price was right. I pulled into Maslins and anchored about eighty meters off shore it was a sandy bottom so I didn't have to watch out for rocks unless we dragged the anchor, highly unlikely in the conditions. Five minutes later we were all relaxing on the back deck with a cool drink, admiring the scenery and bodies on the beach. I have to admit that the cruiser. "Jim, here are a few tissues. Please wipe your lipstick off. It will beawhile before you are allowed that womanly pleasure again. Let's go now.There is so much to do.It is 2:15 PM on October 13, 2014. Your "PTP", your Pre-TransformationPeriod has started. I can hardly wait till 2:15 PM, April 13, 2015. Atthat minute I will decide your readiness to continue on your journey toFemininity. I know you will do well in these six months. Please do notdisappoint me or your Grandmother.I love you, son."I. "They can't hurt me anymore."He kissed her cheeks and then her lips. "Let's go get some ice cream to celebrate."Fifteen minutes later, they had shared a banana split at the small ice cream shop in town. Erin's childhood friend Mary now owned the shop that had belonged to her parents. She had joined them and Jack had contentedly listened to their chatter.When they had gotten back in the car and had started across town, rather than driving toward home, Erin had questioned him and all he had told.