My parents are gone.” “And you expect me to hang around?” “Why not? You got something better to do?” “Maybe!” He grabbed me and ...hrew me onto his bed. “Hey!” “Hey, what?!” He got a pillow and began to beat me with it. I grabbed the other one and smacked him back. “You’re dead!” I screeched. I kept hitting and hitting until he covered his face with his hands. “You win!” He said. “What’s that?” “You winnnn!!” I smiled triumphantly and put the pillow down. “God you’re. We hadbeen on the hormones for almost three months when my chest began toswell, not a lot but enough to notice. When I would shower and felt thewater cascading over my skin I could feel a tightness from the swellingand it made me feel feminine and it gave me a purpose." A purpose?" I guess you could call it that. All my life everything I had ever donewas to have fun. I was never serious about anything. The only reason Ijoined the FBI was to have fun adventures and this was to be the first.After. He indicated that he had talked with all the freshman and sophomore wrestlers previously to determine their skills and workout needs. He formed the "teams" that would work together and told us that on the following Monday, we were to begin our training.As the meeting ended, with very little accomplished, we all checked the board to find out who we were to work with. And there it was.... Bob and Brandon! In black and white, he and I were listed next to each other. I was to be his mentor. It was now 2:15 am and I then called her again. Fortunately, she picked up my call and started shouting asking why I was disturbing her. I was surprised by her response.She said that she was with uncle and would come home in the morning. Before I could ask anything else, she hung up the call. I could not sleep the whole night thinking about her.In the morning, she arrived at 9 am in a cab. She was in a salwar kameez without a dupatta. Her hair was open and the kajal in her eyes was spoiled. She.