I had never mentioned it to my parents or anyone else and just talking about it now brought back all those sickening memories buried within. Even my v...ictory march seemed shabby after all these years. The tears started as I told him and soon they were gushing uncontrollably. I felt his arms go round me and I wept my grief out on his shoulder.As my sobs subsided to the last few hiccoughs he rubbed the back of my shoulder consolingly and whispered that it was OK now and in the past. His soft words. I guess some of my boyhood skills had made it through into this new body. Finally, school was over and my mother picked me up to go on our shopping spree.She had planned to get me just a few bra's and panties and maybe a new dress but when she saw all the new fashions the store had just put out on sale, I wound up getting a whole weeks worth of clothing to wear, three skirts, three blouses, three new dresses, a T-shirt, and a pair of new jeans. I didn't even have to ask about a new pair of. I was going to retrace my steps and open the door from the torture room and fire directly into the opposite room. My plan was to kill whoever was in that room. When that was done, the women should push the chair out into the hall to the right of the door and we would use that as a shield. When I was ready, I would call them to follow my route to the torture room, and we would escape down the stairs. I went over the plan several times, hoping to make sure that Juanita understood what I wanted. At that point, she ran down the block and I found myself alone, sitting in the parking lot with my arm slashed open and blood soaking my shirt. I guess the reason she left was, so that she could call for help because as she came jogging back I heard sirens in the distance.The police and an ambulance arrived and I was lucky that one of the police spoke some English. He asked me about what had happened and I told him about the ten seconds of my involvement. The woman was going on and on in.