She smiled to him as she peeled the wet trunks off his body. She then dried him off with the towels. She carefully dried every space of skin, and she ...id so with the comfort and gentleness of a mother drying a newborn after a warm bath. She knelt beneath him and dried off his legs and calves, his thighs and his abdomen. She ran her towel through places that no woman had touched since high school, and for this Charlie felt relieved and comforted by her presence. Although he was a bit shy at. I just hoped she'd be wrong about the violentreaction that some men might have toward transsexual women or that, atleast, Brad wouldn't prove to be one of them. I didn't relish a blackeye, a broken nose, or a split lip. Facial scars don't go all that wellwith makeup and an Oscar de la Renta evening gown.As Brad continued to drive up the winding mountain road, under the fullmoon above the drifting shreds of cloud, I continued to bemoan the curseof my transsexual nature. I wasn't gay, as many. On hearing this, Anne laughed and said she would change into long T-shirts and ankle-length skirts if Mother agreed to wear low-cut blouses and short skirts, something she immediately refused.Aunt ignored her answer and promised Mom that soon she would make her take off her "granny" clothes for something more exciting.While I was lost in thoughts, Mother came back wearing a backless green dress that was revealing her figure and cleavage and confirming that there were two fine boobs inside that. I'll stay out of it. So, what do we do about the job?" I don't know. What can we do?" All I need is a few paychecks, Bonnie." Well, you can bet I'm not bringing those kids anywhere near that office."It was my idea to return to the theater alone to pick up the kids. I wanted time alone with them, time to talk things out, set them straight. I had the best of intentions and a well-rehearsed speech. When Pete climbed into the front seat and scooted up close, I froze. Sandy sat by the front.