I set no time frame. She showered me with lacy, racy gifts and took me shopping twice each week. Having been wrapped in and enraptured by my f...emininity, it became only slightly embarrassing to go out in public, and was less so each time. Miriam had trained me well, and I became unshakably certain that I could pass all but the wisest scrutiny. While out, I favored high necked blouses to obscure my mildly knobby male larynx, and had tutored myself thoroughly on the tricks of transgender. ”“Jason Brown,” Jason replied.“This is another Jason, Jason Willoughby.”“Call me Willoughby,” the man in the Stetson replied. “Everyone else does.”These names ring a bell but I can’t place ‘em, Jason thought.“I’m frontman for JYARB,” Willoughby added, “and Keith is lead guitar.”“Just Your Average Rock Band,” Jason replied. “I knew your names sounded familiar.” He extended his hand and shook theirs. “I heard you were performing here.”“We have an hour and a half set tomorrow night at the North. "There was a pause and Jeanie looked over at Jessica. Her mood had changed, darkened, and the facial features showed it."When? Why wasn't I there?" Jessica asked. Then went right on with, "We stopped having those dinners and no one taught me any of her dishes." Jessica, you know your grandma got too sick and then she died." Couldn't we ... No, I guess not." What? Tell me what you were going to ask." Couldn't we have a big dinner like that?" The four of us?" Jeanie asked."We could invite some. Music? Both kinds, country AND western. Designer nails. The cutest little tattoo on her ankle, and one that she promised show me later. The couple of times we went out on a date, she had crap nailing her hair down so it wouldn't move, and I guarantee that the application of makeup was one of her most treasured skill sets." My, you're just picky." Yes I am." Are you that picky about TV? That's a nice one."I have a big-screen, high-def, home theater setup. Not state of the art any more, but it.