The foolish girl probably though I was another monster, tryingto trap her in the dark.Flight did her little good. She was no athlete, and I was a rang...r. Ieasily kept pace, annoyed at how her bright light ruined my nightvision. I screamed at her to drop the lantern. The beasts, growing tiredand ready to end their fun, were closing in. I sense them drawingmockingly close even without looking. So could she. The girl looked atme with dread, swallowed, and finally did as I asked. The lanternbounced. It was wonderful how my entire family had accepted me as a girl and I felt so blessed that there were times when I would literally cry out of pure joy and happiness.But the best part of my story has yet to be told. You see, even though I was living the life of a young girl, I was still running into some "boy" things that made me a bit frustrated. Even though I was very thin for a boy, I still lacked a feminine figure of sorts. My girlfriends had been going through the changes that young girls. Even though she had done her research as to what the Japanese dress code was for the interview, which was usually subtle colors and formal dress, she had received specific instructions from Ava, her agent. She was to wear a sweater of her own choosing but long enough to pose as a dress. For this, she chose to wear her striped sweater in a deep purple color with black stripes and along with it, she wore her black sweatpants that she only wore once or twice and was ashamed to admit how much she. My attempt to be mad though was broken bythe sound if disgust. "You don't like the bus Jenny?" Nikki asked witha laugh. I tried to wave her off, but it was too late, and Jenny wentinto a full diatribe about how much she hated it. Even when Sarahthought it was very nice of Marty to think of everyone Jenny stillscoffed at it."I swear he is just trying to make things difficult," Jenny harrumphed.The nerves were starting show. I squeezed her hand, and it brought herback. She apologized and.