She got up, wore her clothes and tiptoed out of the bedroom. The entire house seemed asleep. It was a usual hot, oppressive summer night of Surat. She... realized this as she stepped out of her air-conditioned bedroom. The kitchen was on the ground floor – close to the bedroom of Narendra’s parents. Pramila ran down the stairs. Lights of the ground-floor lounge were still on. “Who could be there? Is uncle still reading?” Yes – uncle Hameed was lost in a book. “You still awake dear,” Hameed asked. * * * A few hours later, towards the end of the day when the office was quiet, Lee had retired to the small printing room to print out a few documents. As the printer whirred away, his mind began to wander. His thoughts would wonder between topics, but would often return back to Marcia’s tight pencil skirt and her revealing top. He stood for about ten minutes waiting for his print job to finish, when his thoughts were interrupted by a soft thud, which was followed by a sloshing sound. He. ”“Thank you, but you are supposed to be editing. Nothing is perfect. If I don’t see red marks on every page of that manuscript, I’m going to think you don’t care,” she answered. With that, I saw her mark yet another problem spot on my paper. I started over in my reading. Yeah. That was an awkward sentence. Homonym misspelling. I set my red pen to the paper. If she was going to quote me in her paper, she had to get the quote right.After nearly two hours, we had to stop. I had to get to practice,. I canlook like a girl now but soon it will be too late." What do you mean that you can look like a girl?" Sometimes when I am round at Jenny's place, I dress up in her clothes. Itis so nice, I can be a girl, for all the time that I am there. Her mumknows and she doesn't mind. I want to be a girl and I don't know what todo next." How long have you felt this way?" Ever since I understood the difference between boys and girls, I havenever wanted to be a boy. It hurts just thinking that I am going.