"I can't believe my luck! My sister, Jennifer, the formerowner of this wonderful, beautiful body didn't want itback. I never wanted to be a girl when ...I was Jason, but Imust admit to having wondered what my life would be like ifI had been born a girl like my sisters instead of a boyonce or twice as I was growing up. Dad always paid moreattention to them than he ever did to me. But I know whatit is like to be both sexes now and I know what type I wantto be! Let him pee in the snow all he wants.. ”“Good thinking,” Dad smiled. “If you put half the effort into your classes that you did on those three computer programs, you’ll make it without any problem. Just make sure you leave yourself some fun time. Maybe take a trip for a formal vacation. Pick a spot that sounds like fun and then go have some,” he grinned.“That is a nice idea. I’ll see how things go in the next couple of weeks. I don’t plan on working this summer, so I might do a little exploring of Oregon in preparation for that. Oh nooo, Amanda how could you stand to kiss me?" he turned from her and began to moan harder. "I'm so ugly," he wailed."Don't do this to me," Amanda begged, "This is unfair. I don't know how to handle something like this. Men should not be allowed to become emotional, not ever, no way." All she could do was to give him a couple of clumsy pats his on the back with her free hand and begged, "Please, will you stop doing this to me? Men and emotions ... Oh hell, nobody should be allowed to show any. The fireworks faded and I dashed away in the darkness to where mom and daddy waited with the car. Behind me the band struck up a stirring march, and the cheering, yelling crowd began to leave as the field lights came back on."Take that, Freschy," I muttered, diving into the back seat of the car and slamming the door behind me."What, darling?" my mom asked."Nothing," I answered. I'd faced Freschetti, front and center in the ranks of the football players, and stared him down. He'd thought he'd.