Tonya was a patient teacher so I suppose her mother had been just as patient teaching her to be a girl too. And it wasn't all just work, work, work either. We joked around and laughed and had a pretty good time being girlish together. She was making it fun for me to be dressed up as a girl as she taught me how girls do little things differently than boys do them. Sitting, standing, bending and kneeling, how to hold my hands and how to smile through everything I did. It was easy to smile with her as we were both doing the same things together.