Aunt trip

That night, George slept soundly, more relaxed than he had ever imagined he could be in months. His body and mind were finally at peace, free from the chains of the past and worries. When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, a light rain fell softly, as if nature itself was celebrating its rebirth.
George felt as if he had gone through a long dark tunnel and had finally emerged into the light. His experiences in Afghanistan, London and here in Bangkok had changed him profoundly, but they had also revealed an inner strength that he didn't know he possessed. Now, in that moment of tranquility and serenity, George looked at the world with new eyes, full of hope and gratitude. He had always tolerated society more than he had been tolerated by society itself.

George continued to see his new friends daily in the small massage center, and together they repeated the experience of the multiple sexual massage. Of course, George paid for the services offered; it was an unwritten but universally accepted rule, an integral part of the delicate balance of survival in that world of dignified poverty. Yet, despite the payment, there was something that united them, in a certain sense they had become friends.
As time passed, George began to get to know the girls more intimately. He talked to them about everything: their lives, their hopes and their dreams. He discovered that each of them had experienced a personal journey, made sacrifices, and left behind families to whom they occasionally sent contributions. Mai, Nong and Aom told George what it had meant for them to become Ladyboys, obviously their appearance was androgynous and not very masculine even before they began to cultivate it, they talked about some challenges faced along the way, but they felt satisfied with what they were become. George felt honored to have been admitted into their world, to have been considered more than just a customer. And so, as time passed and the bonds between them became closer and closer, George Madsen began to look at himself differently. He hadn't cut his hair for several months, he had a lot of it, good ash, and, looking at his ancestors, it was impossible to rule out the possibility of having baldness problems. If before he only shaved when he felt like it, now he began to do it daily and then, after some time he asked the girls to be shaved.