I walked towards the departure lounge, my mind a confusion of varying emotions.I seemed to be in a daze and doing things mechanically. I was on the pl...ne and the engines were roaring preparatory to take off.It was only an hour's flight, and the plane seemed to be descending to land in no time.Most of the passengers had made their way off the plane, but I still sat there, my mind alternately thrilling at what I was about, but then filled with doubts and shame.Mike had asked what I would be. She asked me to come to her house the next evening along with my son. The plan was that my son will stay with her that night and I will have to go his guest house (around 10Km drive) to spend a night with him. She made me wear a thin saree along with low-cut jacket and designer inners. She took me to his guest house and we waited for some time. I was extremely nervous.After minutes he arrived. Bit about him here. He is aged around 45 with lots of money and political power. I got even more. I told her we might get together and hang out." Sure," I agreed. "I'm sure she won't mind if you come over for an evening. She likes to come to visit Bonnie." Yeah, that's true. I will be there at eight." One thing," I added. "Dress formal, it's a special occasion. Jacket and tie." Really?" Yes, Ellen deserves it." Sure, I have a black suit," he replied. "Eight, suit and tie."*Gary arrived just minutes before eight. Dressed in his black suit and red tie he matched my look perfectly.Brian and. Lisa is an executive of the New York City Chapter of Women InBusiness, a privately funded company that supports professional womenall across the country that have a family or want to be mothers. ButLisa did not know that Stacy was not really a woman. In fact, nobodybut her doctor knows that Stacy is biologically a man. And the mostwonderful aspect of that secret is that Paul and Stacy are legallymarried.Stacy was born as Stacy Kameron Smith, in Lincoln, Illinois. Stacy washer Grandfather?s.