That's what I did now. I just lay there on top of the sleeping bag withmy arms wrapped about myself and just listened gratefully to the soft,calm and ...ontented breathing of my lungs as my chest rose and fell againand again carrying my arms up and down like a little fishing boat outin the wonderful sea.It wasn't so much that I had come to the conclusion that being female wasthe thing for me as that having a female body was such a pleasure in and ofitself. There was no denying it that I was still. "Low slung indeed. If we weren't riding on a well maintained road, these carts would be close to useless. They had little in the way of ground clearance, and their heavy wheels and stiff frames would be cumbersome to drive on anything less manicured. Their low slung frames made loading and unloading the logs they carried far easier than it would have been otherwise, even allowing them to be loaded or unloaded in an emergency alongside the road. Lucat, the wagon master, didn't seem too concerned. Understand?”“Yes, doctor.”“Please call me Jim. By the time we are done I will know more about you than anybody does.”“Now to start to tell me what leads you to me?”I start to tell him my story. About my feelings of anger and frustration, the stress and the overall feeling of being powerful over others, and powerless over my fate. When I look at him as I speak, it strikes me that his concentration on what I am saying is total. His eyes are riveted on me and he surprisingly does not seem to be. I promise not to do it again, and I'm going to try very hard to be good from now on." Thank you, Doreen," said Mrs Templeton. "Beverly, you may sit down again." Please, miss!" said Trevor Otley. "Will Darren be coming to school dressed up as a girl right up until the Summer holidays, like Beverly?" No," replied Mrs Templeton. "Darren's mother has considered that option, but has declined it. However, she has agreed to send Darren to school as a girl for the rest of this week. Thank you, Mr.