Whitehouse. Could they be senile? ‘I’m doing great. I was hoping you two could help me with something.’ ‘Sure Gerry. What is it?’ asked Mrs.... Whitehouse. ‘Well, I was wondering if you could describe Penny for me.’ They both gave me surprised looks. ‘What is this, some weird game that you young people play?’ asked the husband. ‘Now, now. Just play along, dear.’ Mrs. Whitehouse then turned to me. ‘She has an easy laugh, seems quite intelligent and is as charming as you are, Gerry. I think you two. He bought a swing to use and he loved adding weights to my piercings and all the things that came with that. One day he came home excited with some news. He was getting a huge promotion with a raise.The only downer was we would have to move to North Carolina and it would take place in a month. We would fly there this weekend to look for a place to live using the information from his company. We knew this was a possibility for a long time and we just rented our house here. After a weekend of. Henry bought a few extra air vests and put them on the gentlest of the small horses he was raising.Sissy had become an excellent horsewoman and the sight of her in that tight white shirt and skintight jodhpurs never failed to impress me. I had to ride every weekend, and Daisy and I became good friends. She was remarkably calm, and her top speed seemed to be an ambling trot.I did little pen sketches of her friends riding and gave them to the girls as a remembrance. Their parents were duly. She needed to know that he would be kind and gentle for her peace of mind. She wished him to experience both sides of the gender equation.By the time that he was 12, he wanted to spend all of his time at home as a girl. His voice had the timbre and pitch of a girl's voice. Seeing his well-practiced girlish movements and gestures, you knew that all traces of the boy he once was had evaporated. He had neither boy possessions nor boy interests. For a long time, he felt that he merely masqueraded.