"Now, write in clear block letters ... I will not look out the window when Mister Black is talking!"She resisted the urge to giggle and wrote the word...s out as precisely as possible. When she got to the last word, she felt the blow from Mister Black's ruler on her rump and yelped like a little puppy with its paw stuck in a door. Her bum was fair smarting from the indignity of the spank and she rubbed it with a look of insolent annoyance at the mature teacher. That seemed to act like a "trigger". I was finally legal, and John and I were still strong. We decided that we would tell my parents together.I was back in Hawaii. I moved back not long after moving to Ohio. The biological dad I thought truly wanted to make mends, turned out to still be a deadbeat. I still flew back and forth to see family, giving me and John time. Actually, John and I saw each other more than if I lived in Ohio.For the first time, the roles turned. He was on leave for two weeks, and was on his way to Hawaii. I. Samantha's mother I corrected my own thoughts, Leslie was born. I slowly pulled myself to my knees, looking through the bars at my daughter. She smiled back at me toothlessly and began kicking again in excitement. I stood and gently bent over the rail of her crib. I hesitantly picked her up and with an air of overwhelming shock, returned to the kitchen. "My God, how is all of this possible? What am I supposed to do?" I cried into the deafening silence of the room as I held the little child who. Does Sarah know I'm really a guy or did I just pass my first test? Myhands start to shake a little as I stand there not knowing what to do.At least I'm not feeling the butterflies doing their bombing runs in mystomach. I sit for a minute and ponder what to do.I figure I better try on the dress or face the wrath of Jenny and Katie.I slip of my skirt and top and step into the dress. I slip my shoesback on and then begin struggling with the zipper at the back of thedress. How do women deal.