There is achildren's book where a horse goes to a duck and a chicken and a pigand cow and asks if he is like them. And they all say, "no, you're ahors...." This was kind of like that for me. Everything fit.His own mother thought he was gay. For a while, he did too. He wouldfix her hair and do her makeup. For a while, he wondered if he was wasa transvestite. But that wasn't quite right, either. But a sissy? Thatmade sense. He thought of the color pink. He thought of those dressesthe Disney. His head cocked from side to side as if to get a better perspective. He sat quietly, but she noticed the pink tip peeping from its furry sheath. He was an obvious cross with more than a little Labrador in him which gave the dog the gently look typical of the breed, but he had something else in him that made him much taller and slimmer than a pure Lab."Well what now Max Eh?" She needed to hear the sound of her voice as a calming influence, but failed miserably. Her body still had a vivid memory. "Little one, what's wrong?" I asked"Please don't let them take me!" she whaled."Tell us why, then we'll see." Del asked.The little one continued to look at Del then at me. "They don't want me. They don't care about me. All they want is for me to clean up after their other hatchlings."I went to stroke her neck and she flinched. But by doing so, I caught sight of something. "Little one, lift you left wing." She didn't move, so I made to stroke her neck again, this time she let me. "Little one, is. She use to tell me about all the gossip stories from her office. One fine day when we were texting I told her about the incident happened in the night club the previous day. I was totally drunk and friends challenged me to pick a random chick and take her home. Since I was sloshed, I accepted the challenge and I tried all my pickup lines some of which actually worked. I met a girl “Cindy” near the bar and asked her if I can buy her a drink she readily accepted and as the night went by we both.