"Vous aimez prendre un petit somme?"I tried to translate the question. "Uh, non, j'aime prendre un grand somme?" You don't want to take a nap, you wan... to go to bed?" Madam Spradlin said as some of the better students laughed. "Are we boring you or is being dishabille very tiring for you?" She tiled her head. "Dishabille means... ?" Uh," I thought a minute. "Undressed?" Tres bien." She moved away from my desk and went on with the vocabulary lesson I had missed. I glanced around the room; Hank. But before I had grown into them, I had trippedup the stairs in middle school so many times, assaulting the legs of theperson in front of me with my text books, that some of the older kids hadtaken to tripping me in the halls and blaming it on my feet. My new feetwere so small and petite that I just adored them in the shower. The toeswere cute, and I wanted to paint my new little toenails and wear sandalsto show them off.Admittedly, washing my new female parts was a bit surreal as my. The same time, a week later. I was once more wandering the aisles of the supermarket. I saw her standing at the meat cabinets looking at the contents. I stopped next to her. ‘Hi, is there anything exciting in here this week?’ She looked at me, her initial reaction was to walk away, but then recognition set in, ‘Oh hi, how are you?’ ‘I’m fine, how about yourself?’ ‘Can’t complain, no-one listens anyway.’ ‘Do you remember last week we fought over the shin beef?’ ‘Yes, and you won if I remember. Harry was in charge of a six man patrol whose task it was to check on the routes in the rear nearest to Port Stanley, which meant our patrol had the furthest to travel, well behind the Argie lines.We carried out the recce, discovering several likely routes that reinforcements could take, and Harry put the map grid references into his notebook. We were not carrying a radio; too far from base for our transmissions to be picked up by our side, but close enough to the Argies for them to pick us up..