As she was an open-minded gal, I asked her “Sister, is line mein hone ki wajah se tumhara boy friend to jaroor hoga (as you are in this line you mus...t be having a boy friend).” She said “ek boy friend? (A boy friend?) There are so many guys after me that it’s hard for me to decide to whom I should make my boy friend. That’s why you can say I have many boy friends. Ha ha ha!” I said “if you don’t mind sister, can I ask you a bit personal question?” She said “Sure Rahul. You are not just my. " And she held my chin andlifted my face to look into her eyes. I expected to see anger, but all I sawwas a mother comforting her child."Jolene explained that you all are just playing a pretend game. I don't seeanything wrong with that. In fact you are adorable all dressed up likethat....but you're going to have to repair your makeup...all that crying hasmussed it a bit. Hmmmm! You must be wearing waterproof mascara....I don't seea single run. Your hair looks so cute in a braid....you'll have. "I know exactly what you want, what you crave. Even if you don't. You think you want to dress like a woman. Feel like a woman. Enjoy your guilty little fetish. Recall it as you wank your pathetic little dick behind locked doors at home. I know this. I used to be a pathetic little man just as you are. I made the same mistake as you. I answered an ad in a sleazy news paper I was embarrassed to purchase from a sleazy little adult book store." I, too, made an appointment to have my darkest. She also came from the gutter, exactly where I don’t know, as we never talked about our families. Lovely girl, too, although you had to look closely beneath all the sea salt and grime she and I both picked up playing along the shore all day. She used to wear a faded dress that had once been some bright pastel shade or other long before it came down to her. It was all raggedy just like her hair and her hands and everything else about her, grown up long before her time just like I was. But when.