“She knew you were still hurt in spite of all of the forgive and forget rhetoric that went on last year.” “Okay?” I said. “Davey, she knew...you were still in a blue funk about it all. She knew it might not even be possible for you to overcome it. But, she laid it on me that the responsibility to fix things, if such were indeed possible, was mine. Not your brother’s, not Jenna’s and James’ but mine. “David, I told her I would do what I could, and I will. I need you to give me the chance to do. Meri didi ka naam rajani hai aur o mujase 3 sal badi hai. Let’s start a story, ye tab ki baat hai jab mai 9 mai padata mai kabhi didi ko us najar se nahe dekha tha par ek din jab didi naha rahi thi to mai kucha kam se bathroom ke pas tha to aise he key hole se dekha mai to danga he reha gaya didi srirf panty mai thi dekhar pehale to accha nahe laga lekin dusare din phir se dekhane ka man kiya, us samaya did PU 2 mai thi aur unaka collage subha 9 baje hota tha papa bhe subha kam se jaldi chale. Chris ran over to a mirror and gasped at the reflection. He was now the splitting image of the girl from his computer. Scared out of his wits, Chris lifted the skirt and saw he was wearing a pair of white, cotton panties with pink hearts imprinted on them. He gathered up his nerve, then pulled them down and looked at the mirror. The young man, now a little girl, almost fainted. His legs turned to rubber, and he had to grab hold of chair to stop from falling. "No, this can't be REAL!" he shouted. “I know I can’t, and probably won’t be able to for a long time.”Flan studied the young man for a moment. He was seeing a man that had faithfully served his country, and then, was betrayed upon his return. He didn’t approve of what Jerome did, but he understood the motivation behind it. He understood the lengths a person would go to protect their family. He couldn’t help feeling compassion.“Jerome, look at me,” Flan quietly ordered.Jerome lifted his head and hesitantly met Flan’s hard, but oddly.