She would go with me, and wave and smile, but she hated campaigning on her own. She would always ask, “What if I mess it up?”My answer was always ...he same. “Then I’ll have to divorce you and send you back to your family with nothing but the clothes on your back.” Then I would toss in a variety of comments, like how she would have to eke out a living hustling guys on street corners, or driving escort vehicles for her brothers, or even going back to being a cocktail waitress at a bar up on. I wasnot sexually attracted to them, but I thought that this was because Iprayed against temptation. I was not attracted to boys either, perhapsbecause of prayer, but more likely because then I was one of them. Theywere like my brothers, all of them. You are not sexually attracted toyour own brothers.When I say that I don't know what suddenly changed me, it is because Icannot think of a single moment when I realized what I was. We neverlearned anything about what the word transgender meant. She was more than I had ever imagined. Her curves were in the right places. Sensual and erotic, she stepped with a softness that made a man want not only her, but the sex she gave off. She was tanned from head to toe. No tan lines whatsoever. A pure decadent beauty.As she walked over to me, I watched every muscle on her body accentuate her outer features. Her perky breasts stood firm and jiggled slightly as she moved. The perfectly round pink middle peaks stuck out like rubber erasers, longing. David glanced at the displayed picture and looked back at the highway. He took a second longer look at the picture and realized it was a very naked Sherri reclining on a chase lounge. He handed the phone back to Chet and stayed quiet.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shown you that,” Chet said, taking David’s silence as a sign of anger.David gave his head a slight shake and looked at his boss. “No, don’t be sorry. I guess I don’t have to try and convince her now, do I?”“There something else that you.