I arrived home just before 10:00 PM. I found the entire family in the basement rec room watching TV so I sat down to watch with them. My mother asked ...bout the date. I told her as briefly as possible that we had gone for dinner and then a movie.Then she said, "Is she a nice girl? When are we going to meet her?" Jeez, Mom," I retorted. "I've only had one date with her. I don't even know whether she will go out with me again." Well, will you ask her out again," she queried."Yeah, probably," I. I push my lips against his back and close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep like this.He turns around though and kisses my forehead. He's not my boyfriend nor my husband but he's loving, gentle, romantic. I push myself harder against him, wanting to feel his protective arms around me. He quickly notices my intentions and pulls me up on top of him, where I lay my head on his chest.He slides his fingers up and down my body, the tip of his fingers hitting my bra. he keeps on sliding his arm up and. She said that this would make me start to grow a vagina, and that the excess estrogen would cause my penis to fall off in a matter of time. Finally, she took out a razor from her bag and began to shave my head. When I was completely bald, she took our a third syringe from the purse and stuck it straight into my head. Almost immediately, I could feel hair growing back out of my head, except that she told me it was not my usual black color; now it was as blonde as blonde could get.With this first. The look on his face must surely have been one of absolute horror—a deer caught in headlights probably looks more calm than he did at that moment. “What?Uh.........Hmmmm?” He stammered, looking down and shuffling his feet in the puddle beneath his soaked shoes. “I’m not stupid. I know when I’m being followed,” she asserted. “Why are you following me? Are you some sort of stalker?” For once in his life, he was speechless. How much did she know? He looked intently at her face, then quickly.