I only had one thing on my mind at that moment. I needed to get away from my job, from this city, from my life and I needed her to come with me! “Lo...k, I need to get away from here and I need this money. More importantly, I need you to come with me.” I closed the register, tore off my mandatory vest, jumped over the counter and grabbed her hand. We were outside of the station when I ran into my first problem: we needed a car. “Which one is yours?” she pointed to a white van. A white fucking. ."How's everything going Ken?" Pretty good so far Doc."Dr. Norton studied his patient from behind his oak desk. He saw that hewore jeans, a loosely fitting black sweat shirt and sneakers. "I seeyou're still wearing your old clothes. How's the adjustment comingalong?" Uh... adjustment?" Yes. How are you adjusting to the changes in your body?"Ken thought about the question. His breasts had continued to grow andthe training bra he'd worn for the past few weeks had become a littletight. And the. " Thisbrought gasps of disbelief, this time from the boys and outright GLEEfrom the girls."Naturally as in any pageant, the winner will be picked from an eveninggown competition (with the candidates making their own gowns), aswimsuit competition, and a talent competition to be limited to singing,dancing, or a musical instrument."Over the years the Miss Cherry Tree pageant has become not only morerefined, but a tradition and a means of dealing with our boys in theirmost difficult years.---It was. Since starting college, he barely came home. Once in a while he would visit for a day or two and then go straight back Columbia University in New York City. Uncle Paul had a nice three-bedroom house with a two-car garage. For the past two weeks Mom had been staying in the guest room and I had been sleeping in Matt's room. I guessed we'd have to sort out the sleeping arrangements once Matt arrived. For my eighteenth birthday, Mom planned to take me to the movies and to the mall so I could go on.