I'm just going to nip off to the little girls room andleave you here to admire yourself in the mirror."At that Becky disappeared and I unconsciously s...arted to follow herinstructions and stare at myself in the mirror. All I could see was aboy with a girl's hairstyle and pink nails, pinned to a chair by a pinkhairstyling cape. How had I got myself into this position and how couldI get myself out of it? Did I even want to get myself out of it? Whileall of these thoughts were swirling through my. . I wouldn’t bet on that!Most other guys, like around my age or older, I suppose still feel the old, pre-war social stigma against ‘fags’ and are concerned about an entire new generation of girls growing up in female-only households, but I guess everyone deserves to be happy their own way. As for my father’s generation ... well, they’re mostly all either dead, or casualties of the long war, both physically and mentally, or just politically irrelevant. They came home to a pension ... but yet. Hector stands at the center of this knot of gang bangers standsHector. At his feet a bloodied body sprawls on the stained linoleum of thekitchen. He kicks the inert form in the mid section, and grunts an orderto two of the home boys, who pick pull the body to its feet and lug itaway. The head lolls I see that it is Cesar. His face is swollen nearlypast recognition and drips blood. I gasp, and turn away in horror anddisgust. Jose seizes my head and forces me to look closely."Congratulate your. It was shortly after aunties grandfather clock chimed three times that the sudden sounds of a loud pickup truck pulling into her side driveway caused me to instantly panic. I was almost half way to the staircase when Auntie Maye told me to come back and to sit down. Seeing the puzzled and fearful look in my painted eyes, she explained that it was only her boyfriend Butch and that he had been told I was Crissie her visiting neice!Yet somehow I still wanted to run to safety as I stood there quite.