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CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

This is the one picture of Wayne that I carried around in my wallet. There was something about it that I like looking at.

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But even more shocking was the sad, far off stare I'd seen in his early portfolio was gone. Now, his lovely, heart shaped face clearly expressed the desirous yearnings of a woman in love!

Needless to say, the letter and photos wiped me out! Sprawled motionless across my bed, I sadly realized my plan to get Wayne back to his old shape was now nothing more than a pipe dream.

But all at once, my deep sorrow turned to grave concern. Searching my soul, I worried whether I actually felt the same toward him as he seemed to feel about ME!

The semester rolled on, as did our correspondence. While I stuck to my daily goings on, occasionally hinting to a summer of "male bonding," Wayne's "romance" thickened!

Despite that first batch of photos, it relieved me to eventually read that he still had ALL his bodily equipment. Yet, his writings continued to show an evolving feminization.

Over time, he sent me more pictures. Not modeling poses, but rather snapshots of himself and friends in their daily lives. There were several men pictured in the groups and I was almost jealous and most curious.

I knew what I had felt being around Wayne and I realized that other men would feel the same desires WITHOUT my hangups.

But as innocent as they looked, they were far more revealing than any nude photo! I learned who and what he was becoming. His cute, happy smile and carefree demeanor proved he'd found happiness as a girl. Could I live with this?

April brought two great events...Wettington's spring break and Wayne's return from Europe!

While I hadn't gotten a letter in a couple of weeks, I was positive he'd be coming home. I was so excited to see him, I nearly flunked my History mid-term!

My Dad picked me up at the airport. But when we got home, I made a bee line for the Carr's house.

"I'm coming," Rachel squawked from beyond the front door. "For goodness sakes, STOP ringing the bell!"

"Howdy, stranger!" I smiled. "Remember me? So, where's Wayne We've been writing each other and I'm dying to see him.'