Authors Note: Yes I know that it has been awhile and I know that this is a short chapter. But here it is.

Chapter 4: Curse you Morpheus

I do have to say that it felt really good to be at the mall with my four friends once more. I had missed this in the last few months big time. We were walking past a plus sized store when my mother called for us to stop she said that we were going to have dear old dad try on a dress so that we could get a picture of it. That got all of us giggling, yes I giggled; I am not all that macho to admit that. He wound up in a hot pink thing that made you wish that you could stab your eyes out instead of looking at the person that is wearing it. I put up my cell phone to take a picture, and that is when I woke up.

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I found myself on my bed and saw both my father as well as Madelyn’s father at the foot of my bed looking at me. Oh I guess now would be the time to tell you that Mady’s dad is a doctor.

“Um, what happened?” I asked them both.

“You fainted,” Mady’s Dad explained. “You have been out for about a hour.”

“How did I get from the mall to here,” I asked confused.

“Um,” my dad said. “You were not at the mall. I was asking you why you were in a dress at the hospital and you passed out. I had your brother get you in the bed and called for Tom here to take a look at you.”

That is when I noticed that my dad was sitting on my computer chair and had crutches next to him. I put my hand up to my head and felt my nice long natural hair. And I chose that time to pass out. Though this time if I dreamed I could not tell you of what.

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When I woke up I saw that my Aunt Sally was in my room waiting for me to wake up. Now I have heard my brother’s friends say that my Aunt Sally is hot as hell, though she is just my Aunt to me. She was in the middle of reading a book when I woke up. I must have made a noise because she looked up and saw me.

Sally is five foot eight inches tall with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. “So Sleeping Beauty has chosen to wake up?”

I do the only thing that I can think of doing; I glared at her. “Now is that anyway to treat your loving Aunt who drove two hours to come and talk to you?”

“Um if you wanted to talk to me the telephone would have worked, I am pretty sure.”

“I owe your dad my brother a lot, so when he asked me to come and talk to you I said no problem.”

“What why would you owe him a lot I know that he is like eight years older than you. I would think that you would not have spent that much time together and all that growing up.”

“Well, it has to do with somewhat what happened when I was ten. My father your grandfather caught me wearing one of your grandmother’s dresses.”

“Yeah I could see grandma being maybe mad about that but why would grandpa. Not that I ever meet him I do not see why he would be angry to see his daughter in a dress.”

“Oh, my old name was Steven; I was your father’s younger brother. Your grandfather had me stop everything that could even slightly be called girly and tried to get me to be a real ‘man’. That lasted for about three months until I tried to kill myself. The thing is that the so called girly activities were my release valve. Without it I got so depressed that I did not want to live any more. I ended up moving in with your father in crappy apartment. He got me to promise him that I would not try and kill myself again and got me into therapy.”

“What, for trying to kill yourself?”

“Yes and no. Personally I wish that everyone would talk to a therapist but then again since I am one that explains that. Because your dad knew that he had no idea what to do to help me so got into contact with the T branch of the LBGT group in the area. They sent him to a child therapist that had a really good rep for helping instead of setting people back in the community. I ended up on pills that stopped my puberty until the doctor was able to see if I really wanted what I knew that I did. You see that if you find a guy in women’s clothes it means several things. First he wants to be female, second he gets turned on by them, and last he just likes them. Now I am going to leave and give you some time to think about what you fit into there; I do not want an answer. I do want to warn you that I told your dad to sign you up to see a friend of mine that is in the area that you can talk this through with.”

With that she left the room and I had a lot to think about.