" She said it so flatly and undramatically that everyone was silent for a few seconds while they processed what she said. I had no idea she had such a... biting sense of humor. Rose, of course, spit milk out her nose and everybody started howling."Brian, you have a phone call," Mom called to me. It was two weeks before Christmas and I thought it might be Rose to set up a birthday date. I clomped down the stairs, making a lot more noise than I usually did, just for the hell of it. For some unknown. The matching tanga shorts show off my feminine ass and conceal the proof I am actually a boy. I love playing dress up here, since my parents won't let me wear girls clothing. I am supposed to act like a real boy.However, I am not like most boys my age: when I hit puberty, my chest, hips and butt grew, while my limbs stayed slender like a girls body. I look somewhere in between genders: not quite boyish, nor truly feminine. My voice softened rather than deepened. It lost the c***dhood squawk,. Dog Training at Hargreaves.Julian Hargreaves looked disdainfully at the latest intake of patients for his up-market Institution in the foothills of the Anderson range in Malvern County, they came as ever in SUV's, the road far too tortuous for Limo's, every one pampered and preened like they were attending a Hollywood Gala, the wives and girlfriends of the famous, sent to the Mountain facility of the Hargreaves Institute of Corrective Psychology to give it's full title as a last ditch attempt. “Goddamn tease,” I muttered just out of earshot. * Mouth wide. Eyelids back. I adopted this position as soon as I felt myself mould into the armchair I sat in. This client meeting did not feel right at all. It was mid-afternoon and I sat in a trance from the hypnotic dance my friend was executing flawlessly, her hips swaying with fluidity, whilst she turned with the grace of a ballerina. This was the sordid dance of two lovers in their own world and I was just a mere fly on the wall. It was.