She stood there not knowing what to do. Wanting to run, I’m sure, but knowing she would never make it past us. After about 20 seconds of staring at ...er I said, “Ok bitch, get over here”. Knowing she didn’t have any other choice, she hung her head and began walking. “Stop” I said, “Get down on your hands and knees and walk to us like the little piggy you are.” Both the guys started laughing. The guys were cheering, “Come on you little fucking piglet”. She got down on all fours and started. Her mother was lessobviously unappreciative of the plight of thetranssexual but Julie felt a tacit disapprovalnonetheless. She could only hope that they would seebeyond her gender identity and embrace her as theirbeloved offspring be her a male or female.She contemplated meeting them at their hotelin her old male garb. But that was impossible. She wasmuch too feminine to pass as a male at this pointand it only delayed the inevitable. It was settled.They would have a long talk over the phone and. We went to my apartment and began our dinner. After dinner she went to get water from my refrigerator. She found beer in there. It’s a good stress buster after the hectic office hours. She took one out and gulped down one. She took another one and sat on the dining table and I reached the table after doing the dishes. She has sipped the other half of the bottle by the time I reached.She drunk and was in the character. She said she never had beer and she is sad so she gulped down one. She wants. And you expect me to eat them." The whole group laughed and I turned scarlet. "Yeah, yeah, make fun of the city girl."The rest of the journey back to Redcliffe was uneventful, except for one night spent shivering while all our blankets were washed in Bodahn's hot spring. After another week of travel, we could see the lake in the distance. Our lice were gone, much to everyone's delight, and only once had I been stuck combing through Alistair's hair. It was soft and golden, and I fought off.