As soon as the bus left the station, it started to rain. Good. As it tapped against the window where my head rested, I had time to think.So... I now w...as a girl. Was this a good thing? Was it a bad thing? Did it even matter? I sure liked my new body, but... I don't know, it was just weird like - masculinity is a good thing isn't it? Did this mean that I was not worth to be a man? On the other side... femininity is not bad either, and if I am a girl, I am a girl, there is nothing wrong about it.. Last summer, Rainmann and I decided our vacation would be aboard ship. Our destination being the Aruba. As we are boarding the ship, we hear the captain speaking of what to expect, and going over rules, dinner times, and etc. Both of us barely listening with all the hustle, bustle going on, Captain’s speech pretty much sounded like mumbo jumbo. Climbing the stairs, searching for our cabin, we both suddenly stop dead in our spot, as we obviously heard the same sentence over the speaker. “Good. ‘Afterwards you call your b*****r. And NO police’. She spoke quietly. ‘After my boys have had a piece sure’ grinned Mojo in return. ‘Fucking nigger. But no-one ever finds out ok?’ ‘Ooh that hurts bitch. Sure. Whatever yo say’. Mojo took Sarah’s arm and led her into the complex of homeless accommodation. There was litter everywhere and she wrinkled her nose at the smell. ‘You people live here?’ she sniffed, looking around the degradation. ‘It’s fucking digusting’. ‘Here’ Mojo grinned nodding at. I do know that women are not visual butemotional. I think that my ability to want to share youand be with you during that time, is some thing thatwill bring a very strong sexual excitement into ourlives. I know I am having difficulty explaining it butthis is what is going through my head. I question evensharing this with you but think it is only fair so youknow what I am thinking.I told you that last night, I kept thinking about sex.It’s true. Up until 3:30, that’s all that was.