"I love you my little slut"A few hours later school was finally over and Jane and I were walkinghome engrossed in conversation. "So how exactly did yo... manage to makeeveryone oblivious to the fact that I was a guy just yesterday?" I askedmy girlfriend."That was pretty easy," she answered. "I just wished that everyone wouldremember you being a transsexual and already starting with your hormonetherapy at the age of 14. So by now everyone is alreay used to you beinga girl." Hey, you just made me a. My father was essentially missing in action and I rarely saw him. I would often feel pangs of longing for a better quality of male attention, but didn’t have any real idea of how to find it. I was constantly hoping that my body, wonderful for swimming, would begin to fill out, so that I might start attracting the attention of the older boys on the team who were always ready to scope out and flirt with the older girls who’s bodies were by that age most certainly feminine. I’d watch them in the. "I want to help. I want to learn about engines and how they work, and how to fix them when they go wrong."There was a long pause. A very long pause ... then;"OK. It's a deal. Can I work in your garage?"Petra's mother nodded."Could I have a look?"Petra took him out to the double garage, smiling inwardly, and genuinely excited at the prospect of learning about looking after her car. They agreed to make a start on Saturday.Now, Jim was not a fool. Naïve, perhaps, focussed certainly, but not a. "That's fine love," she responded. "You come and go dressed asyou want. It's no skin off my nose. And if you get any hassle from folklike Henry Jones, just refer them to me. I'll soon put them straight!Now its time I started preparing lunch, so if you will excuse me." Andthe old lady rose, hugged me warmly, and went back to her own house.The three of us didn't know quite what to say. Mary suddenly startedlaughing and that set us all off. "Who would have thought the old birdhad so much history!".