.. shut down.They put me in the transitional building with the others who would becomedudes. Some were happy, already practicing being macho. Some we...e crying,and some were so angry that they had to be restrained.But some were like me, in a state of shock.Most recovered.I never really did.I stayed there for the nine months it took for my body to finish itstransition, hating every moment of it.The only way I could handle it was to basically shut down inside.It only got worse when they tried to. She just sat there, and smiled, but with no teeth showing. "You are one stunning chick," she made clear. I thought we could rush for a fashion show there, but then my phone started ringing. "It's Jack," I said. The notion of what that meant became known before I even answered. She stood up, as I talked to him. "Hey babe, are you gonna be much longer, I wanna see you," he said. "I shouldn't be too much longer, I should be leaving soon," I replied. "Okay, I'll see you soon," he let me know. I. I’m cut short as she pulls up with the handful of hair, bringing me to my feet. Halfway up she releases it and grabs a fist full of my shirt while pulling me closer. She finally kisses me with such passion, yet animosity, that before I know what is happening I feel her hands flatten out on my chest. She breaks the kiss, and then shoves me back to the other side of the door frame. I try to hold back the look of shock and a sly grin as my back hits the frame sending a jolt of pain through me.. She didn't look up. Stacy was glad her mother hadn't headed for a bottle. That seemed to be a good sign."We can't change what has happened, Marge. Nor can we ever go back to things as they were. I, for one, intend to try and take everything in stride, as our lovely young daughter seems to be doing, and enjoy the good fortune fate has tossed my way. I suggest you do the some, honey."Stacy's mother remained silent and didn't look up. Stacy was still holding hands with her father. He led her.