On Monday morning, I left the house with my brother Phillip and followedhim down the sidewalk to the corner where we caught our bus. I wastutored at ...ome during my three-month transformation, as was customary. This would be the first day that my classmates would see me as a girl.My stomach was churning wildly, whether from the surges of hormones thatwere not yet through with me or from panic about going back to school, Icould not fathom. I was wearing a long, navy blue coat to keep out the. .. you little Sissy."I poked her.Most of the lining images were actual linings for skirts and dresses.It was Cindy that suggested I simply wear my "nightshirts" around thehouse. Why wear pants when I didn?t have to? Both looked at eachother and shrugged.Cindy was right and I knew it then. For want of a better word, Iactually was out to them. I decided to experiment with that thefollowing morning only because it was Saturday and I did most of mychores in the morning. My step mom, as far as. The only thing that was moving was construction on the last dorm and correcting flaws in the first one that the inspectors had found. Next fall the college would grow by an additional 250 students.Patti had several weeks of vacation to use. She chose the third week of June and the third week of July. Patti had a thing about lighthouses. The first week she was going north along the coast and for the second week she was going south. She had a map with each one marked out. She was going to take. .He led her to the highest place in the valley floor, with a tall rock bluff rising up on the north side. They were standing on a smooth, virtually flat, stone – measuring over forty foot on all sides.“This will be the floor of our new home......”Now, turn around and look back at the river below us, then look to the south, all the way down the valley.”“OH YES! I can see it now.”“That’s not all, right over here on the north side of this hill, behind where our house will be, is a spring coming.