"She's nobody," I said. "I justmade her up." I know you did. But where did you get the pictures? Did you do yourown make-up when you made those pic...ures?"I told my mother about a website that morphed photographs. "I justuploaded some face shots of my self and typed in the age and gender Iwanted to look like." They look very real. You make a very pretty woman," my mother said.What was I supposed to do - thank her for the compliment? I wiped at myeyes and stared at the floor, unable to meet. "Do you feel strange in men's clothes." she asked."No sweetie, I just buy what I need. As far as I'm concerned it's just a couple of yards of cloth," I had her in checkmate with that answer. It was just far too logical for her to challenge further."So Gwen, how about we stop for some coffee at Hardee's or MeDonald's which ever we come across first?" I asked it while I waited for the cashier to ring my purchases."Sure why not, it isn't like we had real jobs to go to," she commented."That will be. I could live with that, because it meant that I couldgo either way, or rather any of a number of ways. I could drop himcompletely, string him along a bit to see how things went, maybe justgo back to footie friends, or wonder whether I was really willing andable to try having a male partner.I say that I still retained that choice, but why then did I agree to goback to his straight after the film? It was too early to eat,definitely, but worse than that was the fantasy that was starting. "That's a candidate for poster-sized," he said."Absolutely," Don agreed. "Actually, the ones I've already blown up to 8 x 10 are, for the most part, poster candidates. Look at this one of both of our girls -- taken from the back." Oh my God! That's sensational! How many of those poster-type enlargements can we afford?" Tad wanted to know."It's tough work, blowing them up, for an amateur like me," Don said. "I think we'll have to settle on maybe a half-dozen -- eight at the most. I can give you.