I had to get job. My mom refused to go to work and they took her off without pay. She can always go back, but she doesn't want to. So as result... I had to quit the football team and work to pay the rent. I half want to smack my mom and tell her to get herself together, but I know I won't. I'm just mad that I had to give up my football for this. I know she's hurting, but she's effecting me now and herself. I work as an assistant in a big publishers building. My friend's mom gave me the. .. it’s part of the mid to six duties. I steer, watch the radar, forward looking sonar, plot and navigate. When we had a Captain I took sea classes. Engine-room maintenance. Our nanny taught us the standard math, english, penmanship. I learned geography through four circumnavigations, I’ve been at sea since I was six.”“When we were born, mom read to us ... not kid stuff. Britain, France, and the chivalrous nations ... Matter of Britain, Matter of France, Historia Regum Britanniae, The Death of. And I love being a woman. I could _never_ go back." But ... your fianc? ... does he know?" Of _course_ he knows, silly," Suzie answered as if Tommi's questionwas the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. "And it doesn't make anydifference to him. I'm a complete woman, physically and mentally, and_legally_, and I love him."Tommi gawked at Suzie for several seconds, then managed to close hermouth, which had dropped open in shock. "How ... how easy was it? Imean, learning to _be_ a girl?"Suzie. I feltdifferent, too, and I thought I must still be dreaming, when I heard anoise, someone talking. I looked around (ignoring the pink painted walls)and didn't see anyone, casually brushing my hair out of my eyesWait a minute! Hair in my eyes! I kept my hair buzz cut, certainly notthis long, blond hair that was all tangled up! I then noticed what I waswearing, a camisole top, and a pair of white cotton panties with heartson them. And they fit right. Right, that is, if I had a vagina, and notthe.