Emily had moved in with Sally and that had helped each one of them financially. Mary and Johnny moved into the commune by the end of the month. The in...usion of a little extra money had really helped Clair and Gail directly. They had held a monster garage sale that had brought in over fifteen hundred dollars.Dave and Jack were at Mary’s old townhouse fixing up some of the things that had fallen into disrepair so that she could sell it. While the market on all properties had fallen, townhouses. There came a time when we had done everything sexual and it was getting stale. The next step would have been to find some kind of kink we both shared but instead we joined a swap club. That was a few years after Sara was born and after we moved here for Julie’s job we didn’t bother finding a new one. I just never asked why the pool boy cleaned out our pool three times a week and she didn’t ask why it took two hours to drive the babysitter home when she lived ten minutes away. She was by the. . my features . . . softer. "Oh God," I gasped as my voice cracked into another octave. I tried to clear my throat . . . but with every attempt . . . my voice only seemed to notch its way further into another register! Then all at once I began to feel hot . . . sweaty. Every inch of my body was on fire as my hands slid up and down my distorted figure. They finally came to rest upon the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts that were almost ready to snap. I reached down with some difficulty, and. "Another sigh from me. "Her name's Jay. She's the girl version of me."She's starting to understand. We both remember Dad beating the crap outof me for having feminine tendencies when I was younger. "Jay, huh? Isshe... do you..."I know what she is trying to ask. "Mom, I... I think I'm supposed to be agirl."Her face is starting to fill with tears. She looks down to hide it. Shedoesn't say anything.I start the conversation again. "What are you thinking?"She responds through sobbed words. "How long.