Is Cheryl Snyder.?As I waited for the paramedics to arrive, I took a moment to size up thesituation. The long, red hair that I now had to brush out of...my eyes...thesoft, slim hands that I used to do that....the sweet soprano voice that cameout of my mouth when I spoke....the strange new weight on my chest.....thedress that I wore....everything brought home the reality that I was nowfemale.I wondered what was going on inside Cheryl?s mind?if it was, indeed, in sideof my body now! She?he?damn. "I had to ask, "Destructive ideas?"He smiled a wry smile, "She was contemplating suicide or going off to live as a hermit somewhere, among other things. I'm just saying, you're not alone in all of this; you have a supportive family, and I'm sure that soon you will find some true friends. You know, the kind that will stick by you whatever happens."I snorted, "I hope you're right. In any case, welcome back, big brother." I hugged him and for a moment he hesitated but then hugged me back. I was a. Not so tight that I couldn’t breathe, but tight enough for me to be in no doubt that I was being held. He kissed the top of my head again and when he spoke, he had that gentle, careful tone in his voice again.“Dad wants to talk to you about that. Mum didn’t mean to hurt you. Dad wants to explain some things to you about Mum, about this morning. They’ve both gone out for a bit, but they’ll be back soon. When they come back, Dad wants to talk to you and Tara.”“Do you know what he’s going to say?. I had gone out to the local pub with M for a drink, where we knew he hung out with his friends. We waited until late before entering, as he and his male friends were downing loads of booze, so when M and I entered, we made an instant impression.Of course this douche bag, thought he had what it took to sweep us off our feet, his domination of M was complete, even though she had broke it up, with his internet exposure of their sex tapes, so he assumed he had what it took to ingratiate himself on.