"Or,um, trans guys, people born a woman but living as a man?" To each their own," Dylan shrugged, rebuilding my damaged confidence."Why do you ask?" I...- umm," I mumbled. "I- I kinda got asked out, umm, by a transgenderedgirl. You know, a couple of weeks ago... I said no, of course." Probably best," Dylan shrugged. "I've got nothing against transgenderedpeople, I'd just, you know, prefer not to have any 'thing' against them,hehe!" Really?" I asked, my confidence once again deflating."Well, yeah,". ”“For us, it’s natural,” he said, simply. “Other people have to make up their own minds, but for us, this is as much a part of nature as walking upright. Not all our ancestors did that, but now nobody thinks a thing about it.”“You’re a strange man,” she said. “And you’ve made me into a strange woman.”“I think you’re more brave than strange,” he said. “But I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted you to know there’s no right or wrong way to do that.”She went down again, without the. " She wrinkled up her nose at me."You need to take a shower before you dress for the dance," she said. What? Weren't we just talking about... ?She led me to the bathroom and ordered me to get us towels as she started the water. When I returned from the linen closet, Rachel was standing in the bathroom in her bra and panties."Sorry! I didn't mean to barge in on you," I said. I started to back out and she grabbed my hand to pull me back into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. She turned. You were right to do what you did to free Antoine.”Over his shoulder she saw Grace nod. When Father released Amélie Grace approached and enfolded her in her arms. Amélie felt her strength and, as with Father, she felt wet drops on her cheek. Grace kissed her on the mouth. That wasn’t unusual, relatives often kissed each other in that fashion, but Amélie had a flash of wonder if the Grace’s kiss signaled more than a greeting. Grace pulled back to look at Amélie.“You are so brown, Amélie.”Amélie.