's notes, to try and match the pictures to what was written. Ittook some doing, because of the way the notes were organized, butfinally, I was able to...find out about this child.At the time, I didn't understand the term the doctor used to describethis child. "Gender Dysphoria" was not something I had heard before. But,after talking with the police's shrink, I learned that it meant that thisboy was at least in part more like a girl, in his head.That is why he looked so happy in the first picture.. " But you are his bride to be and you would be hurt by it." My mother argued."No I would not, for I am your submissive and you are free to do anything you want irrespective of my feelings. If it helps any you should know that I love you and I am willing to share anything I have with you, but that really doesn't come into the equation. As my dominant other, you have the right to do as you please and the same applies to Charlie." I should have expected my really intelligent fiancé to look at this. Weighs 10 and a half stone. Looks like she weighs less due to having a deceptive amount of muscle. Long, straight, dark brown hair usually pulled back into a single braid. Brown eyes. Wears sensible, well worn but cared for boots, dark brown trousers with large pockets on the thighs, a man’s button up beige shirt, and a black hat with curved-up sides and a small silver skull on the brim. She carries a large, custom firearm with three barrels slung at her right hip and a machete sheathed. “Mr. Carter?” “Yes, you must be Ms Carson, are you alright?” “But, this can’t be. You’ve not aged a day.” Julian Carter burst out laughing. “You must be mistaking me for my father.” “Your father?” “Mr. Carter senior.” “Gosh, you’re his mirror image.” Jennifer laughed. I thought I was seeing a ghost. “I get that from a few of the parents. Good genes will out I guess.” “How is Mr. Carter?” “He passed away about 6 years ago, cancer.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. I always liked him.” “Thanks. Now, what can I.