[-][+][-]I met Katrina after she had transitioned. She was an only child whoseparents had passed away, leaving her to live with Pastor Franklin Rhodes...,her uncle. He used to pastor the Gate City Baptist Church until hereached retirement age, leaving him longing to continue in his calling.When he found that Katrina needed fostering, he gladly accepted, notknowing her transgendered status. Back then, she was Karl Leonard Stewartand had yet to begin transition.When Katrina met her uncle, she knew. She wriggled.‘That’s good.’ very softly i caressed her, my hand moving slowly between her back, her side and along the inside of her arm. I paid especial attention to the inside of her elbow, never staying long in the one place, but moving gradually between these areas. I felt her relax even more. This was no time to hurry, i was not timing myself but i am sure that i spent at least half an hour just touching her in this way. She stirred.‘Shailu , that is so lovely. Your fingers are so gentle.’. I dont think I can tell you, you might tell someone… She shook her head furiously No way mister I promise I wont tell ANYONE. I smiled again. This was my favorite part. Well…the only little girls who are allowed to go on TV are the ones that I say. So, if you want to be on TV, you have to make me happy. And do you know how youre going to make me happy? I brought one hand up to gently caress one of her straying locks of hair. I twirled it in my fingers, and smiled. N-no… She stuttered How do I. I decided to take my application back by Mangini’s, then go by the campus and try again to meet with someone to see about changing some subjects on my elective list. I showered and dressed in some faded jeans which were my favorite pair - a white tee shirt, and of course my boots and hat.Mangini wasn’t there and I had to leave the application with the hostess. She told me she remembered me and promised she would see to it that Mangini got my application.She wished me luck and told me she really.