"Here's your drink!"Craig smiled up at the perky waitress, probably unseen given the speed at which she turned to go. She probably had lots of texting... to do. With a long sigh, he picked up the glass. Holding it before him, Craig raised the drink to the memory sitting across from him."Happy Amy Day. I still miss you."He had never said goodbye.That, probably, was most of it. Amy had died alone, with no warning. He had not held her hand in some soulless hospital room, never whispered he loved her. " I told you I'd have you arrested if you ever contac-" Sharon growled,before suddenly pausing mid-sentence, her eyes going wide as she lookedmore closely at Janet. This is gonna suck... The middle-aged transwomanthought to herself. "Wait, you- you- you're a man too!" The term is 'transgendered woman'," Janet said firmly, trying not to lether emotions overwhelm her. "Just as your DAUGHTER is a transgenderedgirl. A girl who turns seventeen tomorrow, and all she wants for herbirthday is to know. Here we are in my mothers Volvo SUV in eastern California somewhere.We decide to stop for the night to grab some dinner and get some rest since we were over half way there and my father hates driving at night. We stop and grab a quick meal at some shitty little steakhouse... Good call pops!... And make our way to the nearest, non-roach infested hotel we can find. We check in and head up to the room... Shocker! One freakin' queen size bed! My father attempts a change but the staff informs him. My friends stared at it in suspicious wonder and it was several seconds before they dared to pick it up."Don't be scared of it. They won't bite," I giggled at my own pun. "Well actually most of them will bite, given the right opportunity."Jacky held it up to the light and turned to face me. Her questioning glance said it all."Yes, it's mine, all mine," I admitted.She pulled a long face as the others watched and listened."Would you care to explain?" It's a long story. You see; we never actually.