Evidently, everybody was reading between the lines and recognizing that there was more to the Marr-Wolcott release story than (so far) met the eye.ESP...N and CBS Sports also had the story, I noted in passing before grabbing my car keys and heading back to pick up Juniper.Sure enough, Dr. Mendelssohn wanted to meet the famous Travis Horton, left fielder extraordinaire.Maybe he was a fan.The man, like his voice on the telephone, contradicted his Germanic-sounding name that induced visions of a. He spent all his time working on his book and dealingwith transgendered people. And other than when he was at school and withhis students, he wasn't really a guy anymore at all. At home, he wasalways dressed. Frankie was a wife to Helen more than he was a husband.He wondered where it would all lead. He wasn't sure but his inner self wastelling him to stop taking the blockers. As mush as he liked the peacefulfeeling of no sex drive and the contentment that he was feeling all thetime, he wondered. My motor had gotten running and I was full of sexual tension and erotic energy, more that I had in me in a long time. I figured, what the hell, Jeff is out of the house, I can play without fear of being interrupted – play with myself, play with my dildos, play with forbidden fantasies, play with ‘Jeffy’ the joy toy that subs for my boy. Boy, oh boy! I got naked and shut the door and made myself comfortable on the mattress.Now, let’s see – what does ‘naughty girl’ want to daydream about? How. “See how much better it is when we get along? What’s your name, baby?”I don’t know if I liked him calling me baby. He had been stroking my arms lghtly, and it actually made me feel safer. Just as soon as I did, my temper started coming out.“I’m not a girl. My name is Gary, and I’d like to leave now!”He laughed at me! Told me I could never be a Gary because that was a man’s name, and I had a body like a little girl! In fact, he told me I WAS a girl, a woman to be. Then he shocked me by rubbing.