rested his palms on her chest, for which he had rattled his face with a slap in the face. Surprised: “For what ?!”, - I did not understand why. The third drunk put an arm around her neck with one hand, and deftly slid her left under her fur coat to feel the heat of her heart. She broke loose and hit me hard on the back with her fist.

The world in the face of charming creatures for some reason did not love me. However, I'm lying. There were those who were not against embraces with a stranger, and even allowed to touch their charms. One directly asked: “Satisfied?”, - after receiving a positive review, she carefully freed herself from my arms and went on her way. I went this way no more stopping when I poplohelo. Drunkenness entered a different phase. In the phase of alcohol poisoning. I began to stumble and lose the cup all the time.

Valera, who came up to me, took her away and asked why I took her. Not having received a clear answer, he offered to bring me back to my safe and sound home only if I behaved well. I again muttered something unintelligible, and he, grasping my arm, dragged me in the direction of my paternal home. The road back was not like faster. I lived on the third floor. A friend was ashamed to bring me to the door of the apartment and left me at a crossroads, between the second and third. I was taken to the extreme. Falling on four bones, he crawled to the doors on his knees. It was impossible to get the small keys into the lock chink. I poked them all the time by. Carefully weighing all the pros and cons, drunk understood what to do. Having groped a hole with the right hand with his right hand, he ran a key over his hand and ... hit, hit!

The last phase has come - severe alcohol poisoning. Mom had to call a doctor. No, I did not die, but I could. The pressure was about forty. In addition, I did not eat and vomited the purest moonshine.

After this incident, for almost half a year I could not look at any alcohol-containing liquids. But life went on. What kind of parties without wine?

Part 2

Dandelion

Mother Nature probably made a mistake in choosing the floor at Dandelion. He was supposed to be born a girl. His entire adult life passed under a barrage of ridicule and beatings. And it seemed impossible to change anything. Mommy Viti, that was the name of Dandelion, before the birth was abandoned by papa. Mommy doted in her little child. And raised him like a ... girl. Why so? And because he grew up crying, spoiled by a child. In childhood, the boy was often sick. I went to school not with my peers, but a year later. He was not only weak in health, but also weak in soul.

Once again, coming from the school with bruises, I cried and almost climbed under the hem of my mom, seeking protection. Ksenia Petrovna, that was the name of the beaten mother of fate and fellow practitioners, instead of instilling courage to her child, ran to school to make trouble with teachers, the principal and the parents of the tomboy. What did it lead to?

Vitenka now went to school, like on a scaffold. The ridicule did not diminish, but, on the contrary, intensified. At recess, they shoved him surreptitiously. And even some girls considered it their duty to hit and humiliate the boy. Probably subconsciously feeling in him a rival. The skin of the guy was, not like the envious, smooth, without a single pimple. He had a waist and wide hips. Puffy lips and blue eyes with huge fluffy eyelashes were more feminine than masculine. And the hair? Blonde curls formed a dandelion-like head of hair. It is because of them the boy got his nickname.

Vitya was not stupid, he could study well, but staying at school was torture and hard labor for him. He dreamed of only one thing: “Rather, the lessons would end and get home!”. Therefore, the questions of the teachers answered at random. And even if he knew the lesson, answering at the blackboard, he was confused, mumbled. After all, before him sat a whole class of his tormentors, the haters of those who despised him.

Having finally got home, Dandelion undressed to the goal and looked at himself in the mirror, cursing the nature, which grinned at him. He very often looked in the mirror. Trying to imagine myself more manly. And a hundred times a day I gave myself promises to do sports. A couple of times my mother brought him to the sports section by the handle. Once, Vitenka himself, without any help, went to the section on the run. But it all ended on the first day ...

The boy grew up, his mother changed the apartment. A couple of times they moved to another city. Dandelion has replaced countless schools. But as soon as he came to a new one, his permanent nickname was immediately attached to him. The nickname was masculine, but implied femininity.

On the day of his eighteen, already quite mature young man, after drinking a little wine with the permission of his mother, stood as usual naked in front of a mirror in her room and looked at his feminine body, turning around and so and that. Matte skin without a single hair should belong to a woman. The woman should have belonged to her hips, beautiful blue eyes with huge, long eyelashes, her breasts more like women with large nipples. Doctors said he had a hormonal imbalance.

“And how would I look like, really, a woman?” - Vitya thought. He went to the mother's closet and began the transformation. A few minutes later, a very pretty girl in fishnet stockings, white shoes and mother's dress, which she had not worn for a long time, looked at him from the mirror - she was not enough, but her mother hoped to lose weight.

“How long have you been doing this?” - asked mom, focusing on the word "so"

She was immediately summoned to work from a home celebration, but she quickly got under control and ran more quickly home.

Vitya blushed deeply, caught red-handed for committing a shameful crime.

“Sorry, mommy,” he murmured, “no, this is the first time.” I just wanted to imagine what I would look like, be born a woman, - not noticing the fact that what was said about myself was feminine.

- And how, - Ksenia Petrovna did not get angry, - presented?

- Yes, I introduced, - taking the game, the girl answered, - my name would be Vitalina, I would be the first beauty in the class. Everyone would love me. Why was I born a boy? - the tears came upon the eyes of no girls.

“Wait, just don't cry,” my mother asked, “your image is not yet complete.” Sit back in front of the mirror.

Then she got a variety of feminine things, unknown to the young man, transformed into a girl, and within an hour did everything that she was a professional.

Now from the mirror they looked at a completely different person. It was a real woman. Makeup strongly transformed the features of Vitalina. It was impossible to recognize Victor in them if it were not for the hairstyle.

“Wait a minute,” said Mom, and disappeared into the depths of the closet.

Soon, two wigs appeared in her hands. One for a bright blonde, the other would be suitable burning brunette

- What do you think would come Vitalin? She asked.

“White, of course, because I have blue eyes,” the girl replied.

In a white wig, Vitalina's appearance was greatly transformed. Features Victor-Dandelion completely dissolved.

- I can bet that none of the school friends will recognize you, - Mom smiled.

“I have no friends,” Victor scoffed.

“It doesn't matter,” Ksenia laughed. “We’ll go out with you to the street, go shopping, or just go for a walk.” Someone will surely come to meet us, and then we'll see.

- Mom, you are so! You're just great! I love you so much! - suddenly Victor embraced his mom and kissed her cheek, - you have lipstick, - Vitalin laughed, - I thought you were cursing, and you like that ... even completed my image.

- After all, you have a birthday today, Mom wants him to be joyful and remember for a lifetime. Let others condemn it. But we will not do anything wrong. Just have some fun and laugh at cruel people. If you like it and want to present yourself in a different capacity, let it be so. I will support you ... Only the dress needs to be changed. It is too old fashioned.

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