Even at age 35 she looked like a fresh yet sensual teenager.Even at age 35 she looked like a fresh yet sensual teenager. Wendy was a beauty parlor operator and her appearance was the best advertizement for her trade. "Hi Mickey" She said in a singsong voice as she entered into my warm apartment. She chattered on about the mall and all the things she had purchased. Then, she noticed that I had been upset about something. Wendy asked me what was wrong. I looked at her afraid to say. Then, as though a dam had broken inside of me the whole thing tumbled out, the years of hurt, of insecurity, the teasing at school, and even the fantasy of actually being a girl (or now a woman). I told her that I had never told anyone and asked her to please keep my secret. Wendy took me in her arms and held me as my tears came again, she was being strong for me in my personal weakness. With Wendy holding me I felt someone at last understood. She was like a sister in whom I could confide my deepest secrets. After I quit sobbing Wendy told me that she had an idea of how I might find some help for my inner pain. She said, "What if I could make you into your fantasy?" "What do you mean?" My voice trembled. |