One of the few times Brandon didn't wear a dress was when his third grade class went to a nearby farm for a field trip. Dressed in a pink tank top alo...ng with silver shorts that went with his finger and toe polish. He enjoyed jumping out of the hay loft into piles of hay, and feeding a baby goat by hand, which made Brandon want to be a mother even more.As Brandon grew up, his mother finally decided she had to get him to give up dresses at the age of 14. The young man refused. He got himself some. He lifts the shade and frowns. "I just got home. And it is like I was never gone." Funny," I say with an impish grin and add. "I just got home and nothing is the same. I wonder which of us has had the better journey?" My amusement fades as I remember for me nothing is even close to the same."You did," He laughs at me then breaks off as he sees my face. "Oh love, I see now, I got to go back home." Saul returns to me and puts his arms around me again. I pull him into a tight embrace."It is all. Of the nights in jail, the terrible fines. Of Stella, and the life they might have lived. Each time he swore would be the last time, but it never was.Too bad it wasn't possible."Yeah," said Frank. "It's a nice dream." It's more than a dream," said Bael. "I can set you free." He reached into his blouse. "Here. It's a ring that I've tuned to my spirit. When you see someone you want to exchange with, just wish. I'll hear you."Frank looked at the ring. It looked valuable. "Is that real gold?" he. I was by now working at becoming moreof a girl. My hair was long and I wore girl's panties. Girls and boysworn jeans so it was not that much of a stretch for me to wear what Iwould have worn as a female anyway. Looking back I can see thatFrances was actively working on making me into a female. Perhaps Idid have some predisposition for being female. I don't really know. Icertainly never expressed any objection. Circumstance such as theywere, I would have probably gone along with anything since I.