It was certainly cramped, but we made do washing each other, indiscriminate of where our hands happened to venture.Three hours later I was back on the...road with clean, fresh smelling boys and clothes. Both changed their underwear at my suggestion and stayed in that dress, much to my satisfaction. No need to stop for lunch, having bought several sandwiches at the truck-stop, I could make up precious time.They entertained themselves, first by sitting in the cab taking in the novelty of riding. There was a time I would havebeen jealous of his accomplishment. That time had passed. "Next stop themajor leagues," I said. He laughed and went to punch me in the arm. I wasbecoming very adept at dodging those punches.It was the last slow Wednesday we'd see at the boardwalk until Septemberrolled around. Everything was officially open including the amusementpier, but the crowds were sparse. I wasn't sure which way I liked itbetter. Still, it seemed a lot more intimate just the way it was. I. Months went by as Chris continued to give himself estrogen injections.His face became softer and more feminine looking. He had stopped workingout reducing his muscle mass. Acne was still a problem due to thehormonal imbalance. He grew his hair longer but his parents figured hewas simply going for the rock-star look. Even fat deposits startedgrowing underneath his nipples forming very small breasts."So far, the injections haven't killed him," Fear said.Sadness dismissed Fear. "Promote the. But I think that little bit of knowledge may have helped along my release. I guess, while I was in there, my wife decided that she should divorce me, which she did, and ended up getting everything we owned switched over to her name only. So on the day I got out, I had nothing but the clothes on my back and the three hundred thirty nine dollars cash that I received from the state for my thirty cents a day good behavior incentive. I am supposed to report to my parole officer at some point, but I.