Mom and Hannah’s wedding was a small affair with just a few friends. The judge was a friend of Mom’s. The honeymoon consisted of going home and going to bed. They put off a real honeymoon for when they had more time to plan.

I had 2 parents again! Best of all … they were both females! I had heard horror tales of dads of daughters who had wanted a boy. Some either ignored their daughter or tried to get her interested in activities or hobbies usually pursued by boys … make her a “Tom-boy”. Imagine that … trying to change the sex of your child! Of course, I was a special case because I was more than willing to change. I tried to imagine a girl wanting to be a boy. That just seemed foreign to me. Why would anyone with a perfectly good female body want to change it to a male body?
Soon, I would have 3 parents. I had a chance to visit the new house and it was incredibly beautiful. It had an Olympic sized pool, exercise room, music studio, (Hannah was also a musician) and a movie theater. Each of the 12 bedrooms had its own large bath.

I was spending a lot of time packing. Even with Amie’s help, it was a slow process because we spent a lot of time trying on clothes. Some of them I had never seen. Mom shopped a lot these days, and the clothes she bought for me went right in the closet. I thought I had the most beautiful clothes in the world. Everything was very feminine. Mom loved her new daughter!

On moving day, I spent the day at Amie’s house. The new house was next door to the house across the street. We thought we would sit on Amie’s porch, do our nails and watch the movers work, but the properties we so large and full of trees we couldn’t see much. My dad showed up and moved what little he had into his separate section. I walked out into the yard where I could see him, and I felt a twinge of pity watching him carry his meager possessions.

At 4 PM, most of our stuff had been moved. Amie and I walked over to work on unpacking. My room was at the end of a hall on the third floor and was very private. There was a large sliding glass door that opened to a balcony. The view was mostly tree tops, but in the distance was the Williams tower pointing from the Galleria to the heavens.

Amie and I admired the view for a few seconds. Then, I turned to her and made a proposition. “Amie, I’m in a big new house, and I might get scared. Could I beg you to spend the night … just tonight … please?”

Amie was silent for a little. I was afraid she might say, “No”.

Finally, she smiled and spoke. “Oh, I guess I could do that for one night. After all, the place is not really a dump.”

We showered, then crawled into the Egyptian Cotton sheets. The bed was comfortable beyond belief! We snuggled a bit, but were so tired that we soon fell asleep holding each other.