All I did was think about what had happened, all thememories. I came to realize that all those memories were true. I doremember wanting to be a girl... I remember all the dress up sessions Ihad. Those were the only times I was happy when I was little. Iremember a time when my family was traveling, and we stopped at arestaurant for dinner. The waitress asked my mom what 'she' wanted,referring to me as a she. I smiled and gave my order trying to soundlike a girl. My dad exploded on me and I. I stepped in close and kissed her again, my breasts pressed tight against hers through the fabric of her sweatshirt. I needed to see all of her, now! I broke our kiss and stepped back. There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling so I kept going. I took the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. As soon as it was clear I threw it over to the wall then stepped in and unhooked her bra. Thank god for front closures. Maybe she was hopeful for tonight and wore that bra? Maybe.I. Again, this doesn't make any sensewhatsoever. I tried to interpret such fateful events as that: in this newreality, at least until this moment, she was always 7-years old and, asmy now "baby photos" showing my daughter-turned-mother changing mydiapers would prove, time hadn't passed to me either.I felt terribly bad for Sophy, I inadvertently had stolen her life, thebright side, I think, if there's even such a thing as a "bright side", isthat she doesn't know anything was wrong. She doesn't. "I could feel every eye on me, as I stood there on the platform.The PM finally broke the silence."I would like to read a statement that will most likely will answer afew of your many questions," he started with. "Princess Jennifer hasroyal blood flowing in her veins. When Jennifer was found to be theheir, she submitted to a DNA test to prove it. Using the most up to dateDNA method, we found the match."Going on, he went into the details of why I was selected. Not my motheror any other of.