Thank you. Two years ago, a Joint Task Force consisting of the FBI, the US Department of Labor, US Department of Immigration, Customs, and Enforcement, as well as several other agencies initiated investigation after receiving information regarding several individuals, detained against their will in a small community just South of Tucson, Arizona. For the past several months, the Task Force had determined, that individuals had been transported to various other locations through out the US as part of a massive underground operation, spanning 7 states.

“GET OUT OF HERE!”, Carla, my older sister, yells standing in her bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her chest and another turbaned over around her head. She had just stepped out of the shower and mom had called us down for breakfast. I stood there debating about running out or just standing there giving her mom’s ‘invitation’. “DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU PERVERT?” She’s 14, and I’m 10 at the time and well, mom kept telling her to ‘mind her modesty’. “Xander!” mom calls out from the first floor of our ‘lovely’ two story home. “I just told you to call your sister down for breakfast!

Somewhere.

Yvette looked at her brother, Nathan, through the crack in the doorway to their parent’s bedroom. She had thought she heard a noise in what should have been an empty house. Their parents were working late as usual. Nathan was supposed to be at Jim’s home; his only friend from his elementary school. Yvette deleted the “911” from her iPhone and slid it into the back pocket of her faded skinny jeans.

“The conservatorship papers were filed yesterday.” Helen responds.

I feel betrayed. “And you know this because you provided one of the affidavits.” I not bothering to hide my disappointment.

“She said I needed to do it, to keep you safe, and so that she could handle your affairs. I panicked. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Tina, darling, I’m so glad you are awake. I asked them to give me a call the moment you were conscious”

“No games mother, just tell me what I need to do to get my life back.”

“I’ve lost one daughter; I’m not losing you too…”

Chapter 5

Chapter 3

My friends used to joke... (albeit wrongly, I would add.)

What's separates a crossdresser from a transsexual? About two years and therapy.