In sheer desperation, I had threatened Aunt Beryl, told her that I would report her to the authorities for what she was trying to do to me. She just laughed in my face, told me to go ahead, they would be lieve what their eyes told them, that I was a little sissy, already more girl than boy. Besides, even if they did believe me, all they could do is take me into care, I couldn't go into care. Even Pemberton High School for Girls was preferable to that.