She draws in her arms and shivers, but the touch follows her, and the tendrils of emotion strain as they seek to pull her forward.She takes a tentativ...e step forward, her leg trembling, her breath harsh and short. She wills the dream to be different, but she has no idea in which direction to guide it.As before, she tries to move faster. She is again resisted. Someone does not want her to change the script. It is content to watch her play out this useless and frustrating scene, a repeat. The fact that I am her son is beside the point for her."Tell me your name my dear." Lisa," I said softly. "Lisa Michelle." You look very nice honey. Do you have a lot of clothes?" Just this outfit and a light summer dress. It's pale green and white." Then you'll need more clothing if you want to be ready for the pageantthis fall. You will certainly need the practice if you want to be asfeminine as you'll need to be. Why don't you go put on some walkingshoes and we'll hit the shops and see if we. His tiny, deep-set eyes made himlook like the unfortunate offspring of a rat and a pig, and the enormousnose, bulging jowls and pockmarked cheeks did not help his appearance."No, I, uh, I got this," the man said, refusing to meet my eyes. I'd heardmore confidence from children caught with a hand in the cookie jar. "Thanksanyway."I smiled wanly. My new friend obviously thought admitting he was stumpedwould make him less of a man. Granted, he WAS about to be made less of aman, but certainly not. Panic was now setting in. Did he leave because I wasn't good enough? Did I do something wrong? I sat down on the bed and couldn't stop the tears from coming. John had left me just like every other guy. I couldn't stay in the room any longer. It held only sweet memories and I couldn't bare the pain. My suitcase was still sitting on the floor from the night before, and I quickly pulled out my spare clothes and dashed into the shower. It wasn't long before I was washing away the remnants of the.