I was concerned for him of course, but heheld my hand all the way to my next class. I cannot say that I did notlike it because he made me feel very fe...minine. He and I were at lunchtogether when our first nasty encounter happened. It was the classbully of course. No costume for him of course."Hey! You forget what real girls look like? I can show you if youforgot."Stanley stood up and got right in his face, and without any fear in hisvoice... "Listen asshole, Carolyn is my friend of mine and she. I sensed that he was somehow more adept at speaking without words and letting his energy come through that way. That was fine with me. Intuitively, I knew that we could speak to each other with our energy rather than our words. That’s what the mind/body/spirit connection was all about and why making love with all three parts connected could be amazing. (Although I only knew this from reading about it. I’ve not had that connection with anyone to really test it out. Yet.)I kept my hand over. Shefashioned it, securing it with bobby pins. Its soft shoulder lengthhair hanging freely, bangs off to one side. She would have killed for acurling iron, without it, the hair hung straight. She adjusted it abit, fluffed it out and was delighted with the final outcome.Once she had securely pinned his wig in place, he could see his 'femaleself' emerging in the mirror. But this time he looked sultrier.She went to a box among the pile and withdrew some bling for Heather.She had a cat that ate. For a boy with the Navy in his blood, he didn't swim as well as he might have. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to that boy. I've grown pretty fond of him over the past few months." Uncle Joe, I'm so glad to meet you. Steve told me that he had an uncle, but that you didn't go out much, so I never thought to insist we go meet you at your place. I'm so sorry! You deserve to be treated a lot better than what we've done. Will you come to my parent's house for Thanksgiving.