David had rushed out, running late because of his early morning fun. I decided that I should go knock and ask Patrick to come downstairs for breakfast.... I was only debating what to do because of what I knew what he had seen the night before. It seemed that the best thing to do was simply go to him and let him ask questions. His dad was not home and he would feel more able to speak freely I was sure. It was clear to me that I could not allow this entire situation to be a major problem for. No make that urges... even that term isn't strong enough; Iguess the best description would be compulsions to dress in women'sclothes. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that I wastransgendered.Now being this was the 1970s, the ability to get information on thisdilemma was difficult, to say the least. There was no Internet, no cabletelevision... hell; Jerry Springer was just some obscure politician fromCincinnati, Ohio. No, one didn't bring up the fact that they were different. Sometimes the pee would drool out, as well as the poop, after I’d been working at the Latin task for more than four or five hours, and then Mother and Tammi would take me out in the back yard, strip me naked, and turn the hose on me, no matter what the weather was.Mother also would put me on ?bowel restriction? and lock me into a small metal cap around my cock, with a catheter inserted, and send me to school, after giving me a few glasses of iced tea. I would have to sit through the day, my. If you have to fire me, I'll understand, but promise we'll always be friends." You've seen how Gwen and I are with our friends, and you're one of our best," assured Steve. "You won't be fired and you'll always be very dear to us."Ashley pulled Steve down and kissed him hard as everyone else smiled knowingly at the obvious affection Ashley had for Steve. When she released Steve, she ran her hands over her eyes as she wiped away her tears. Then she buried her face in Steve's chest and sobbed.