“I got tired of putting on a bikini to go outside when the weather got warm. We can’t even sunbathe topless here if Katelyn thinks he’s going to...be in the same ZIP code.”“Have you actually talked to Katie about this?” Phil asked. “I didn’t get the impression she was worried about it.”The two young women exchanged glances.“Not really,” Molly admitted. “We don’t want to make her angry. I still remember what she was like last fall.”“I think they’re on a little firmer ground now,” Phil said. “Ask. Its a bit cramped here though, do you have a bathroom upstairs?” Angela smiled and nodded at me and beckoned me to follow her upstairs.“Keep a few steps behind me,” she said as she stood at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a short, tartan-patterned skirt, and began to fold the waist-band over so that it became shorter. Her legs were bare in the warm building and she began to mount the staircase, sticking her bottom out, stepping with exaggerated wide leg movements so that I could see. I don'tremember him at all.Oddly, however, his sister, Stacey, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six had introduced "petticoatpunishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Natasha" calmed medown and made it easier for Mum to control my temper. For a while Iwould try to fight. Felicity ushered me into the changingroom like a prisoner on death row being led to his execution. "Yell ifyou need a hand," she told me. The dressing room was larger than most men's dressing rooms thatI'd been in; big enough that there was a full length wooden park benchon one side, and a large floor-to-ceiling mirror along the back wall. Ilooked at myself in the mirror; a young girl about 5'4" with long wavyauburn hair wearing men's sweat pants and a poofy black silk poet'sshirt looked back.