"Full massage, please?" I said, trying to use the words she was most likely familiar with, rather than those she probably couldn't understand.She took... her feet off the desk, and smiled. "Ahh, customer! Yes, yes! 20 dollars!"Well, okay. I took 20 bucks out of my purse, and handed it to her. She walked me to the hallway, and pointed me to the second door to the right, and gestured me to knock. I walked up to the door, and after brief hesitation, knocked. I heard someone answer, though I didn't. She told me, ‘guess who was coming to our house’. Not waiting for my reply, she said, ‘my best friend Mithila is coming in next week, and she will be staying with us for couple of days’. My heart leaped up suddenly. I took few seconds to calm it down. Then Maya asked me if it was OK. I, so far in my normal voice, said, her decision was the final decision. When I cooled down my head, I realised that I was in confusion. As Mithila was very good friend of Maya, was she going to tell her about my. We didn't getto vote on our orientation."I found myself giggling at that image. "Too bad." Yep," he said, and chuckled."What do I do, Tommy?" I'm not totally sure. Would it help at all if I tried to find a niceboy for you?" How... how could you do that?" Well, thanks to this trans girl I'm friends with, a lot of people havebecome more comfortable telling me their stories, including a few whohave shared with me about being gay. They are actually some pretty coolguys, you might like them." Can. " I AM," I state confidently."So, what do you like doing?" Suriya asks."I like clothes," I say, earning friendly giggles from the other girls."Yeah, I'd kinda guessed that!" Harriet says, making me giggle too."I like make-up, drawing, dancing..." I continue, before beinginterrupted."Ooh, ooh," Suriya says excitedly. "Do you do ballet?" No, I've only been living as a girl for a few months," I say sadly."Do you want to come to my ballet class?" Suriya asks. "It's only justopened, it'd be great to.