At her little two-bedroom townhouse she felt safer, more confident. She called her brother. Though he lived clear access the country his voice reassured her. He was the smart older brother and always was on his side. Mom and Dad had never understood her tendencies toward being feminine. In fact they shunned her and almost disowned her near the end of their lives. The accident was strangely liberating and within a year Michael began the changes toward Sophia. It was something he needed to do.<br/><br/>Her brother listened kindly as she laid it out and after she was through, he advised her to go to the cops. It sounded the right thing to do, but she had so long hid her secret  it was something she found hard to do.<br/><br/>===================<br/><br/>Promptly at seven Sophia entered Max’s Bar & Grill, a up town gathering place for the socialites. She was dressed in a slinky red dress that came to just at her knees. Her breast line was deep down showing a ample amount of cleavage.  Soft perfume was easily noticed as she looked about the room for her companion.<br/><br/>