Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, and a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieti...g would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn good thing I didn't need to ask her for the the time. I mulled over shortly what I should do and asked if this must definitely continuelike this. He complained about my questions and justified them with a few medical expressions that I did not understand. So, I hesitantly came over to his wishes. Again, now fully nude, I had to take up humiliating positions to allow the doctorto review my body from all desired angles. He asked me whether I had altered my hair in the genital area in some way(through shaving, depilation, or otherwise), when the. Ich stellte mir auch nicht mehr die Frage nach dem Endergebnis, ob ichnun ein Junge oder ein M?dchen war. Lieber ein Problem nach dem N?chstenkl?ren. Und nun stellte ich mir die Frage, nachdem der urspr?nglicheSchreck ?berwunden war, w?rde ich mich noch einmal k?ssen lassen?Nach einigem Gr?beln gab ich es auf. Ich w?rde es einfach auf michzukommen lassen."Fertig mit Fr?hst?ck?" kam die Stimme von Mom aus dem Flur."Ja." Gut." Sie kam zu mir. "Wir m?ssen einkaufen. Du brauchst endlich. Wait a minute, I thought. Rachel? I was calling her Rachel now. I was obviously more accepting of her fluid persona than I had thought I was. Did part of me always know deep inside, scared to face the facts, that she was leading a double life? Was it cheating on me if she was finally being true to herself? Is it possible that I was more in love with the idea of her than I may have been when she was actually alive. Questions to be pondered perhaps. Or perhaps not. Another penny finally dropped..