Is that right?I nodded silently."Well then, I need to ask if pictures of boys give you a tingle?" Mom! I am not gay." I had never used that word aroun... her before, but Iknew what it meant. This conversation was spinning out of control, but Ididn't know how to change the topic. "It's a different feeling aboutgirls." Yes, please keep talking." I see girls with beautiful hair wearing pretty clothes and wish ..." Yes, what do you wish?"I couldn't bring myself to say it.Mom had a knowing look on her. Iwould try different clothes on, and play with her toys. The only problemwas that I had to watch the window and be careful that no evidence couldbe seen before they came back.It was also at this time that I accepted that I was a girl. Sure I had aboy's body, but that was a birth defect. I decided that if anyone calledme a boy, I would get mad or ignore them. I was deciding if I would tellthem that I am a girl. After long consideration I decided that Iwouldn't have the guts to tell anyone that I. She bowed down to authority, possibly the result of being broughtup by a strong willed woman and a military disciplinarian for a father. Onceshe was convinced that Tom was the boss, she'd do his bidding, no matter whatit was. He got the pledge mistress to ask Joyce's mother to tell her that Tomwas to be obeyed as if he were her father. When that happened, he had Joycejust where he wanted her. As they say, the rest was history. He made the frat guys an offer they could not refuse, Joyce would. But here they were, standing where my friends should be."There he is, our newest friend" spoke up the 'leader' of the group, Jackie. Now Jackie was one of those guys you just didn't want to mess with, I didn't know all the details but rumours were that he was in some pretty deep stuff. He was my height but with a bit more bulk, his brown hair was growing just long enough to reach the top of his sunglasses which he never seemed to take off. This guy was pretty much a psycho according to his.