Having traveled my own path in life, I didn't think much of the drama that pervaded family affairs. In fact, I actively avoided it. She was gone. No a...ount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that. But one morning it dawned on me that my grandpa was now all alone within his house deep in the woods. My cousins, aunts, uncles, and even my own mother had forgotten him -- caught up in their own selfish sorrow and loathing that they had abandoned all appreciation for the life he still lived.. She always said that when anyone swore. “Sorry, mum. Please leave me alone. I'll be down later.” “Well don't spend all night feeling sorry for yourself. Your family's here and we only see them a few times a year. It's Christmas Day you can't spend it on your own. I would have thought you would have wanted to be around all your cousins.” “I'll be down later, mum.” My mum gave a loud sigh and left the room. I could hear her footsteps going downstairs towards all the merriment. There was lots. “Auntie Myra’s going to have a fit, isn’t she?” “I think she’ll be a bit surprised,” Sue-Ann said, flapping her skirt in the air. “She might even guess what you and I have been up to…” “I suppose she’d be pretty upset at the thought of her trusted friend wickedly ravaging her precious niece’s innocent body.” “I guess she might, at that.” “Give them to me.” I said, holding out my hand for the garments. “I’ll put them through the washing machine. They’ll be dry in no time, and I can iron the. And over the next 30 minutes as itdried, that's exactly what it did. His skin continued to darken deeper anddeeper turning from a deep tan to a dark rich brown. He could no longerclassify himself as Caucasian as he was now borderline black. Yet his skintone was browner than it was black. As eager as he was to see himself inthe mirror, he decided to feminize first and headed over to the closet.The idea of being a blond beach beauty had past. Now that his skin wasmuch darker than any white blond.