I'd go to prison and you'd go into foster care. You'd end up going from foster-family to foster-family, and what's more, you'd still be an uncontrolle... slut. You'd end up pregnant, diseased. You'd end up on the street giving blowjobs for drugs. You hear me?"She nodded again."Alright then," he finished.When his second cup of coffee was empty, it was time to go. He drove his daughter to school and marveled at what a wonderful fucking day it was. The weather was cold, but winter was finally. As fate would have it, it was far too late and when she merely used her feminine wiles to make a comfortable way of life, rumors followed her to distract security services from the actual threats to state secrets. Her notoriety was such that she was much in demand at parties and in the coveted halls of high society just to cause a buzz of excitement in the gathering speculating wildly about the "target" of her interest.Marisol enjoyed her infamous reputation because it made her the center of. My Aunt did not have unfettered faith or confidence in the Kazmareks. She spoke diffidently of them; not quite able to focus on why she harbored misgivings; perhaps because they drank and smoked and appeared to live life in intimidating gusty chunks. The two women spoke and after hanging up my Aunt said to me, "Well alright but be home by midnight."I said, "It's a New Year's eve deal. The whole idea is to be there at midnight!"Mumble, mumble, one o'clock then and I was out the door into the. Look,I do not care what you do or how you want to dress. But I am curious.Why do you dress up and sneak around as a woman?"I took a deep breath before I answered, "I have always had urges todress like this, since I was a young boy. I really do not know why, butit makes me feel good. But I am afraid I must keep this secret. Yousee, the world isn't as accepting as you are of men like me. I amafraid to let other see me like this."At this time, I realized that I had never talked about my.