| When one grows up in a family of eight one certainly experiences acrimonious moments similar to that incident. I felt bad my sisters had to be dragged into the messy happenings of the often turbulent lives that transsexuals lead, though, they took it all in stride and then we said our goodbyes for the night. We were planning on having lunch together on Sunday. Strangely, I didn't feel left out as they departed. Linda showed me the room I would be sleeping in for the night. I packed up my belongings and wrestled with them as I made my way upstairs. Eva had the downstairs all to herself now. Later she told me when she saw me taking my stuff out of the room she thought I was leaving the residence. Her mind was stuck on her own miserable existence and couldn't even see she had alienated almost everyone there. It didn't matter to me, though, I was happy to be liberated from her. Randy came upstairs after I settled in my new room. We chatted once again late into the night. I so enjoyed talking with him. He had a wonderful sense of humor to go along with his wit and charm. It was sad to ponder the next day would be the last we would see each other. His presence there gave me a sense of comfort. I slipped under the sheets that night feeling wonderful. In a little over a day I would be greeting the dawn of a new existence. I felt placid despite all of the day's activities. I wondered how my last day as a faux male would feel. I finally slipped off into sleep thinking about my mother and feeling her presence. Christmas Eve I awoke Sunday morning to the very real possibility my dreams were closer than ever to being realized. In 24 hours I'd be heading into surgery for a life transforming operation. The enormity of that prospect barely weighed upon my mind. I was enjoying my stay at the residence and at the same time I was eager to complete the process. BACK NEXT |