We're not going to mention that machine at the library,or the fact that you're really a boy, or anything -- we'll just sayyou've had a growth spurt an... need new things." Or we could say I just lost a lot of weight. That's true, it justleaves out stuff that's none of their business." Yes, that's better." So you're going to tell them I'm your daughter?" I asked, smilinghopefully."Yes... it's simpler with people who don't know us, not having toexplain." Maybe you could practice calling me. In an instant, you have me pushed against the wall, a hand on my throat. Startled, all I can do is look at you, fear, apprehension, and nervousness flashing across my face. You reach your other hand behind my head and yank at the clip holding my hair. My hair spills around my face, and you brush it out of my eyes. You then slide your fingers across my cheek, over my shoulder and down my arm. Grabbing my wrist, you raise my hand to your mouth. Locking eyes with me, you force my fingers open,. "I was, like, I couldn't believe this - my Mom picking out my clothes forme? I started sputtering and stammering and protesting but she justturned her back on me and walked away. So ever since then, when I wakeup in the morning I'll find the clothes that I am to wear that day laidout in a neat pile on the top of my dresser.June Craig and I had been going out about once a week and I had told Mom thatwe had been acting pretty much just as friends and that I was a littledisappointed that he hadn't. Sami and I had just finished dinner when the doorbell sounded. I answered the door and an absolutely gorgeous young lady with blonde hair in pigtails wearing a short denim skirt and a midriff baring tee shirt. She said, “Hi, I’m Jo.” I shook her hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you. Come meet Sami.” She said, “OK.” We walked into the dining room and I said, “Sami, this is Jo. She’s going to hang out with you while Daddy works in his office, OK?” Sami said, “Sure Daddy. Hi, Jo.” Jo said, “Hi,.