As I got nearby my mom half shrieked/half whispered my name in terror, and everyone immediately focused on me as I stood there confused. "Turn around ...nd cover up!" she whispered to me, her face red with anger and embarrassment.It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. I looked down and realized the issue. The lounge pants I was wearing had a fly with a button on them, and I wore them without underwear regularly. They hadn't ever been even close to an issue, so the sight I saw. Here. Tonight. Right now. About ten years ago I put away one of the most notorious thieves that ever existed. I’m not talking about some pussy prick pick pocket, or cat burglar. This guy could steal your house and you’d never know it until it started raining. He was good. Too good. Not as clumsy as a magician, or as dull handed as a sculptor. When I arrested him, the bastard stole my gun, ammo, and the key to my handcuffs. He didn’t shoot me. He didn’t even escape. It was his accomplice that. "No time like thepresent." And she called and made an appointment.Karen slipped her phone back into her bag. "You know that I would likeyou to never have to do that transforming, from Gary, as I believe youshould be living your life as Carrie, and I want to suggest that youleave Charles? firm. There are many good local firms that would accept atrans woman Carrie."But Carrie shook her head. "I?m not so certain, and besides, I stilldon?t feel female Karen." That?s why we have an appointment for. One color you can see coming from about two blocks away. On my head is a flaming red wig with pig tails. Picture a fast food joint that has a red headed female with pig tails on their sign. My wig looks like that.This time I stood there naked before her, struggling to stay upright on my high heel boots. Naked that is except for the ladies lingerie and other female attire I was instructed to wear.Here I am. An emotionally strong male. Standing in silence, in the middle of a room. Standing before.