" Alex snapped back. "You're acting like you'd rather seeme dead than get a sex change operation. Just so you don't have tobe embarrassed." "Shhh..." ...Alex's mother hushed him. "Don't bring up the "W" wordin this house. The government sensors might pick up on it.Besides, your father would never allow you to become a womanunder this roof." "The last time his work for Big Brother allowed him home he leftsaying BE A GOOD GIRL by mistake." Alex said, not telling hismother he turned off the. I’ve also stated that the last fifteen years or so of her life we were able to build a good relationship with each other. It wasn’t until my early twenties that I began to understand that my mom made what she thought was the best decisions she could. Once, I understood that she had done her honest best I couldn’t stay angry at her.I thought I would share a bit of her back story. It starts with my grandmother. The location is the mountains of Kentucky. The year is 1907 and at the age of 18 she. "It looks great."I was flashed a huge smile, "Yeah it does. Lets get me changed." It was a bit different this time, not so charged, a bit playful. When I turned to fold up the shorts she actually goosed me.As we walked up to the counter I missed a step as Mike whispered, "Cool, keep this up bitch. Oh, and you pay for the nice clothes for nice Tanya."Part of me was relieved that he was pleased, part of me was raging that he had just stolen something from me. As I paid for the clothes, Tanya. I always made certain the door to the office was locked at those special times because the last thing I wanted was for a prospective client to enter and see us fornicating like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I knew we were going to have to get a new position sooner rather than later due to her increasing girth around her middle with her fast developing baby bump acquired from choosing lust over practicing safe sex at all times.I couldn’t help but notice that her pregnancy had led her into.