I began to enjoy having coffee with Mom in the mornings, a special togetherness we had and I never had a problem telling Mom how good she looked. One ...aturday morning she came into my room with a cup of coffee and a few doughnuts. She was wearing a mauve colored nightie and her black ovals hung across her ample bosoms and sparkled as she walked towards me."Good morning Kirk." Good morning Mom, you look so nice in that nightie with your glasses hanging from the neck chain."Mom is sitting on the. " You know that something occurred between Sally and me." We, well, we find we need to touch." It is not necessary and if it pleases you" To arrange us at night to prevent us touching" Then we will be pleased to please you." But, Master, it is better for us if we can touch." If it pleases you."They stopped and waited, their palms still together, waiting for me. I knelt down in front of them, and lifted each lowered head to look at me. There was no fear or defiance in them. It was simply a. "I-I... o-of course, Miss Bendon," she whispered, glancing back behind her nervously as if worried someone was listening. "Everybody has. But..." When was the last time?"Marcie bit her lip. Again, the compunction to comply was making the words rise to her lips despite her attempt to hold them back. It was the first clue she had that something was not right. "I don't remember, Miss Bendon," she said, feeling embarrassed.Laura grinned at her for a moment and then headed over to her filing. As time goes by we get verbally and physically abused. This abuse comesfrom "friends," peers, siblings and parents. It may occur from totalstrangers and often goes a far as rape and murder.We question ourselves with "What's wrong with me?", knowing, but stillnot accepting the unthinkable cruelty of being in the "wrong body." Weare alone thinking that we are the only person alive who has this kind offeelings.We pray and ask G_d or another deity to change us or we try to use magicso what is.