Like the makeup, it’s essential that I appear to be one thing (a stylish, sophisticated transgender woman in her thirties) while being quite another... (a rampant bisexual slut who is not yet a prostitute because she can’t be arsed with the admin). I’ve had the bob long enough now to be able to get it salon-sleek myself, although the dried sweat means it resists a bit today.I leave it half-done, then head to the bathroom for a slight hangover/fucked-arse/coffee inspired voiding of the part of me. "Well Mr Bloom that's not exactly true. I didn't actually use the magicmyself." I see. Someone did this to you?" he said "Who was it?" I'd rather not say. It's not my secret to tell," I told him, hoping hewould understand. He smiled."You want to protect someone. I understand. That shows real loyalty and Iadmire that"I smiled, feeling a little more relaxed now. "Thank you, that means a lotto me."He nodded and leaned on his desk. "It does leave us with a problemthough. You don't officially exist,. But, who knows? I'll just have to talk to her, soon. And I'll see what I can find out. I just hope I haven't scarred her in some way. That's what I was always so afraid of." I know," he said. "I have to own some of it too, you know." Oh, I won't argue with you there," I replied, with a touch of sarcasm. "You got everything started. And you were pushy sometimes, but I went right along with you." Not always. You stopped it several times." I know. But I let it start up again too."Preparing myself. " Chris mumbledunder her breath. "Christina, I heard that!" Her mother snapped. "Here, give me that."She took the tie from her daughter's hand and flipped it around her child'sneck before knotting it as she did for her husband most mornings. "You canleave the blazer at home; I don't suppose it really matters." "Thanks mom." Chris murmured. "Now sit and have some breakfast." She ordered, pointing at a bowl,pitcher of milk and box of cornflakes and glass of juice. Obediently Chris ate.