That added to her appeal. I was one of the few lucky ones who had the pleasure to spend a couple of days in close proximity with her which ended up in...our making love. The first time I had a glimpse of her body in full bloom was when I went to her room for some reason – I don’t remember… She was wearing a salwar kurta with a dupatta slung across her neck. She sat down in front of me, with her legs folded on the floor, and leaned forward as she talked to me.Her dupatta fell down as she spoke to. I put down my chopsticks and reached for my cigarettes. I lit one, breathing out smoke. I wondered why I was so nervous. Maybe it was because I had never really thought about the journey I had begun until that moment. ‘But I found out, pretty quickly,’ I continued, pulling on my cigarette. ‘Sex can be something else. It can be a tool. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.’ ‘I don’t think that way,’ Julie said. I cocked my head. ‘You sure?’ She frowned. ‘I’m not like you,’ she said. .a 35 year old man with a low threshold ofrejection. I thought about the devastating reaction I would surely haveif someone laughed at me, or made me feel like a freak. I was five secondsfrom turning around and going back into my cabin, plans of spending theentire voyage inside running through my head, when I saw my firstpassenger. He walked right in front of my stateroom door wearing an openHawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. Since I was having serious reservationsabout even being outside, I. " Mother told me that you know all about this mess I'm in. So I think itbest that you ask the questions, since I'm kind of blaming you for allthis cross dressing mess I'm in." I don't understand. You're blaming me that you want to be a girl?" I don't want to be a girl. Did Mother tell you that?" She told me that you seem to be a hundred percent happier now that you'repretending to be her daughter." It wasn't my idea. Mother asked Father for some additional help aroundthe house, and since I was.