Tonight we talked about it on msn and where to get one, she said it was inboots and stuff, I wanted her to get me one and she said y not I get one,I s...id ti wud be embarrassing, kristy said it wasn't as embarrassing asthe time she made her dad buy sanitary towels for her. I said he shouldbuy a few for me aswell.I think about 7 ppl know what si happening to me, slowly turning female,but kristy's mum knows aswell, I ddint mean for her to know but she is atherapist and could help sometime, she. “We'll find something.” “Yeah, what?” “I don't know. I'm thinking.” “Oh is that that smell.” Patrick swung at me but I was ready for him, ducked, and gave him an incredible shot in the stomach. We went at it for a little while, but we both knew that wasn't helping our problem. When I looked around there were the girls, pretty dissheveled, but more or less put together. They stood together huddling in the corner. They didn't know what to do. “Go on, get out of here,” Patrick said giving them a. She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me. “Mike, I’m sorry, but I have a lot I need to do in a short period of time. Maybe we can talk later.” I kissed her and tried to say some comforting words, and left. My next communication from Ann was that evening. She was catching a flight to Seattle. I sent a note back to her volunteering to drive her to the airport. I never received a response. This had all occurred on a Saturday. The following Tuesday, she emailed me a note: “Real life sometimes. I smiled back and replied, “Good morning, darlin’”. She lay next to me, her hand on the middle of my chest, slowly caressing it. I could feel a stirring in my groin. Before I could do anything she popped up off the bed and said, “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make us some breakfast.” With that, she walked out of the bedroom.I decided I should shower and got up and headed to the bathroom. I noticed the towel she had used to dry off hanging on the rack. Without thinking, I reached over.