I showered carefully, half expecting the glue thedoctor used on me to break away, but nothing happened at all.We all wore shorts and tees the next day..., as our training started. Ourcoach knew the truth about me, and also knew that I was stronger thanmost of the girls, so I was the one to flip the girls as they took arunning jump. All day, every day, we practiced, and I began to see howsnippy the girls really were. They talked about the other girls in waysI never imagined, and the four of us. .. would lie to him.After over half a year on the road, I would have thought that I'd be glad to be home, to stay, but I was soon nearly bored to tears.I did try to get back into my pre-Ravens routine of teaching bass classes again and looking for a good band that would be fun to play an occasional weekend gig with. My reputation had never been higher. Bass Player Magazine did a brief story on me as a 'new rising star', and I started to receive offers from long established local working and. I was very encouraged by our hot make-out session. Darshelle was my first African-American girl, and her plump purple lips were much more than a new experience. They were a wild, ecstatic turn-on. On our second date, she allowed me to fondle her ample bronze breasts. We were making out furiously on our third date. I seemed to making serious progress. I was stroking the inside of her massive thigh when she said, "Baby kiss me down there." Well, she didn't need to twist my arm. I got down there. I babbled on aboutthe uniform and the routine and she was really sweet with me.I suppose I've become completely feminine in thought and attitude, but its hardfor me to judge that. I'm certainly more emotional and have cried several timessince my first pee. I suppose I'm more interested in clothes and fashions now,but then I have to be. I'm fascinated by the gossip and intrigue of the dormsand have no difficulty in fancying boys. Being a teenager again is a biggerchange. I've rediscovered.