After all, it's only for a few months isn't it?" Me too mum, but it's strange, I don't remember being uncertain about itfor a long time, I've always w...ndered what it was like to wear dresses!"I just loved the little feeling of happiness whenever I said or thoughtof dresses.Mum looked at me a little strangely, then her visage cleared of the doubtI saw there, and she answered, "Yes of course, remember, this visit wasjust to pave the way for you to feel more comfortable and natural whileyou have. As I put on a pair of sandals I think, "Well, it isn't exactly what they'd asked, but it's close enough."Entry to the Sports Centre costs exactly £2.20 and, at 11:20, I am sitting on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the water. I look up at the large competition clock on the wall above the deep end of the pool. The minute hand clunks one step further towards half past eleven. As it clunks once more to eleven twenty seven I ease myself off of the poolside and into the water, setting out. Despite my gentleness, she registered pain when my fingers contacted her cheek and she jerked away reflexively. This only served to make my mood even worse."No, no, Johnny, it's alright," she tried to soothe me. "It's nothing a little makeup can't fix."I wanted to believe her. But I just grimaced seeing the damage I'd caused. A low whine bubbled up in the back of my throat. I both looked and sounded quite pathetic.Her eyes rolled and then Taylor did something patently 'Taylor-ish'. She reached. . not that ... I mean...” she says, stumbling over her words.“I’m just fucking with you, Debbie,” he says. “I come here when I got something on my mind or when I plan on picking up a woman to take back to my place.”“So which is it tonight?”“What?”She grins. “Clearly you got something on your mind, but is that all?”He shakes his head. “Well, I wasn’t planning on picking anyone up.”“But now that you’ve seen me, what do you think?”He shrugs. Yes, he definitely admires her tenacity. “The night is.