Ms. Morgan shot me a glare and then hit the brakes hard because the van in front of us had done the same. “You expect me to believe you didn’t see...the other girls after all the details you just gave me?”“You can believe what you want to believe,” I said.She shook her head. “I need details. There was word that you named several people while you were in there. I need those names.”“I gave the Feds the names of the people who could verify my alibi,” I said. “That’s all.”“No, that’s not all,. "Well then, there is something I must tell you. I've wanted to tell youfor so long, but the time never seemed right. Now it does. Now we do."I looked pleadingly into her eyes. She looked at me anxiously, fearingthe worst perhaps."Tammy, I like to wear women's clothing."Silence."I'm a crossdresser."Silence."Look, I like to put on nurses' uniforms or to dress like a librarianor like the waitresses at Hooters. I own more high heels than you canimagine and can polish my nails in a jiffy. I do all. M. With all the thoughts running around in my head, it was impossible to relax. I kept trying to analyze everything that had happened during the evening. I wanted to call Tamara, but didn't dare, given the hour. In the end, I finally resorted to something my therapist had recommended. I found an old notebook and began journaling. Exhaustion finally caught up to me and when I awoke to the noonday sun, the journal was still near my hand.I skimmed my writings of the night before and then put them. Your day in skirts will almost certainly become publicknowledge. You will be subject to much teasing and will probably losesome friends." I can't let him get away with it. And everyone will probably find outabout my wearing dresses anyway. I guess I will just have to deal withit."Though what I said I meant, I wasn't that confident about dealing withit."I'm very proud that you feel that way, but I am going to call Aunt Bethto get a legal view."Aunt Beth wasn't really my aunt. She was mom's best.