"Billie, you were made to be a girl," I said. "You like it don't you?"
"Of course I do" Billie said softly. "I"ve always loved it when you have made my face up but I have tried to resist it as I knew it was wrong."
"It's not wrong, Billie." I said. "You're just transgendered, you are not harming anyone. It's OK Billie, it's OK. Viva la difference. Just enjoy the fact that you are a transvestite."
I loved that word. Better than gender-bender or crossdresser or transgendered - transvestite was so magical. Trans... vest... ite... that is what I kept saying in court when they referred to Billie as transgendered but, once again, I get ahead of myself.
Billie laughed. "I've tried to fight it but I guess I am. It's lucky I met you, Roxy. Lucky you understand. You have always understood, maybe you know more about me than I know about myself."