He picked it up and lookedat the tiny pink shirt."If you like it so much... try it on!" You can't be serious." Oh, but I am! There are lots of things ...we can't do, but do anyways.Like walk alligators on leashes in Georgia."Now it's time for a time lapse.The bathroom door jiggled as Kaze put a foot out the door. "Are yousure?" he said."Emo girl!" Guess that's a yes."And so the most dykish young lady you'd ever seen walked out. Spikedbut slightly more feminized hair. A black skirt with silver. It's a true story; you might even get the pass to the gallery with some of the pics that were taken that night … of course if u ask … and if your profile is real … and if u are a girl … or a couple … ;)English is not my native language so sorry for all strange words put together! It was cold December, the nights were running long, temperatures close to zero and the snow was just preparing to make us happy. It was the part of a year where people are starting to get new year’s fever, everyone. It washard getting used to. All my boy clothes and toys were gone. My bedroomwas a nursery... a girl's nursery. My clothes were the same as any 5 yearold would wear. They made me look like a little girl, and being so smalldid not help. At the same time, I thought they were very pretty. So fromthe day we moved, I looked like a girl and played like a girl. After afew weeks, I did not even notice the difference. I think my mind wasslowly adjusted. I was very aware of what was pretty and what was. I decided to check out some of the websites that Aunt Vivian hadprovided. I'm not sure if I felt better or worse when I was finished. Theproblems that were facing me seemed to grow out of proportion the morethat I read. This would happen, that would happen... sighs... I almostfelt overwhelmed by the time I was finished. When I stumbled across the"Harry Benjamin Standards of Care," I was outraged. It seemed for me tofeel as I did made me ipso facto, "Seriously mentally ill." Thanks Doc...I.