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1. It was a Friday evening in Trotter, Illinois. Timothy Green walked slowly down the main street of the suburb where he lived. He had been walking for hours to try to clear his head, just focusing on his footfalls on the sidewalk. As the spring sun began to set he was still reflecting on his life. He was one of the geeky kids at school so he only associated with his small, all male, group of friends. None of the girls at school even knew he existed. Between his slight frame and gentle demeanor women only gave him a second look if they thought he would make a good gay best friend. That was really the route of his depression. Timothy Green had just turned 18 and had never even been on a date. He liked aimlessly walking because it was the only way he could really take his mind off of everything. He was so focused on just walking that he wasn't even really watching where he was going. That explains why he tripped over the homeless guy. Suddenly Timothy was flat on his face and apologizing furiously. He scrambled to his feet and started helping the homeless man up. Only once the man was on his feet and Timothy had apologized several times did he finally have a look around. There was a blanket on the ground with all sorts of old knick knacks spread around probably that the homeless guy was trying to sell. Timothy got a better look at the homeless man and realized that despite the ratty clothing he actually looked quite healthy. Brilliant white teeth showed through a smile on his deeply tanned but ageless face. The homeless man let out a chuckle said, "It is not a problem Timothy, you clearly meant no harm." Timothy was stunned. "How do you know my name?" The man responded, "Magic. I am an embodiment of karma Timothy." "Oh really? Awesome," Timothy said, humoring the man. He felt so sorry for the clearly delusional vagrant. The man laughed again. "Yes Timothy and karma swings both ways. You have a good heart but it is heavy with loneliness. I can help you with that if you wish. The things I sell are not mere trinkets but hold real power. I can sell you a way to get the love that you desire at a very reasonable price." Timothy said, "That's great," still humoring the poor man. The man reached down and pulled a tarnished golden arrow from a quiver on the carpet. "This is one of cupid's arrows, it is a powerful magic to create love. Place this by your bed as you sleep and you will be put on the path to finding true love. I will give it to you for 3 dollars." "That's a great deal. In fact I'll give you 20 for it," Timothy exclaimed eager for the chance to help out the vagrant any way he could. "I appreciate it but be warned the road to love can be very difficult. Everything worth having comes at a cost Timothy." Timothy paid the man and took the arrow. He walked home clutching it his own woes forgotten for the moment as he felt so sorry for that crazy homeless man. He clutched the arrow absentmindedly, as he walked feeling the strangely heavy weight of the metal arrow. He made it home and said hi to his mother, an intelligent and kind woman who owned a lucrative small business. She was not concerned with his absence being used to Timothy's long walks and simply welcomed him home. She handed him a plate of leftovers and he headed off to his room to make a little headway on his homework. Timothy put the arrow on the table by his bed when he grabbed his books. He ate his dinner in between paragraphs as he did his assigned reading it was late when he started and he didn't notice how late it was until his mother came in to wish him goodnight. He finished the chapter he was on and then laid down to sleep, the arrow on his nightstand forgotten even as it began to glow faintly and fade into nonexistence as Timothy drifted off to sleep. 2. Timothy felt strange as he woke up. His legs itched and the harsh fabric of his underwear felt very uncomfortable, like he was being rubbed raw. He got up slowly and headed for the bathroom, walking awkwardly because of the uncomfortable feeling from his boxers. As he walked into the bathroom he and his mother shared and stripped quickly feeling amazed at how wonderful it felt to get rid of those awful underwear. He stepped into the shower and began his usual morning routine but decided to take the extra time to condition his hair like his mom always told him he should. As he was about to shut off the shower he realized how the itching in his legs had spread all over. His chest itched, his underarms itched, even his crotch really anywhere he had body hair. He had no idea what was wrong but the itching was driving him crazy and getting more intense with every second. He decided that it didn't matter what the cause was. If the hair itched the he would just shave it off. He grabbed his mother's razor and shaving and got to work. He started at his ankles and worked his way up slowly, making sure to use long smooth strokes so he didn't cut himself. It was like he had done it a million times. Once he was finished he admired how wonderful his legs looked. He thought it looked a little feminine but he didn't mind. He also reveled in the relief of the incessant itching for a moment before moving on to the rest of his body hair. When he was smooth from the neck down he decided to do his face as well even though he never had much facial hair, just for the sake of completeness. He admired his smooth body as he dried off and applied a floral lotion to it. When he finished he wrapped a towel around his body and began during his long hair. It was softer and smoother than usual probably because of the conditioner. He looked in the mirror and something just bothered him about the way it was laying. Rather than just letting it fall naturally something made him decide to grab a hair tie and pull it up into a nice high ponytail. He looked back and forth admiring how it looked in the mirror. After a few minutes of shameless mirror posing Timothy realized he had a problem. If the material of his boxers was rubbing him raw he would have to find something else. He walked quickly to his room and began trying on underwear. Even the smooth cotton briefs were unbearable and if he couldn't stand that going commando was out of the question. He sat on his bed wondering what to do for several minutes when he heard the lawnmower start outside. Suddenly he thought that something like nylon or satin from his mom might be bearable and he was sure she would understand given the pain he was feeling. He moved quickly to his mother's room, his eyes drawn to one of the many bags of new lingerie that were the byproducts of his mother's rather extreme shopping habit. He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a pair of purple nylon panties. They felt smooth in his hands and his body was filled with an electric anticipation as he began to draw them up his legs. It was like magic as the nylon slid up his smooth legs. Once they were in place it was like a beautiful haze rolled into his mind. He grabbed the matching bra and slipped it on like he had done it a million times. He smiled in the mirror and thought how cute he looked. He giggled girlishly and silently thanked god that his mom was an A cup and was built like him. He absentmindedly plucked a bottle of pink nail polish off the dresser as he left. He went back to his room and plopped excitedly on the bed and unscrewed the top off of the polish. He was lost in the experience by this point not even questioning why he was doing it anymore. He was simply lost in the beauty of the situation and how all of this was just so ... right. He took his time applying the polish to his finger and toe nails blowing on them to make them dry faster. As they dried he marveled at how pretty they looked, the soft pink perfectly complimenting his dainty hands and feet. Eventually he decided he should get dressed. It was Saturday so he decided on something casual. He poked disapprovingly through most of his wardrobe thinking it was all so baggy and unflattering. He eventually settled on some clothes that he had originally thought didn't fit anymore , but now realized were perfect. He pulled on the tight white T shirt enjoying the fact that the bra showed through and a pair of tight shorts that complimented his ass. He finished with a pair of flip flops and headed downstairs for breakfast. He grabbed a bowl of cereal and a banana from the kitchen and had just sat down to eat when the roar of the lawnmower engine cut out. Timothy was absentmindedly eating his light breakfast when he heard the door close followed shortly after by his mother screaming. 3. "What the fuck Timothy? Are you wearing a bra?" Tim was stunned by her anger. "It just seemed natural to wear with the matching panties." "Why the fuck are you wearing panties Timothy? Why are your nails painted?" It seemed like a simple question but Timothy struggled for an answer for a long time. He wanted to tell her about the pain or the necessity but he just couldn't. Something was welling up inside him and as tears streamed down his face he said softly, "It felt like the right thing to do. I feel like this is how I am supposed to be." His mother was stunned. She stood there for several minutes in silence watching her son weep. If she didn't know better she would have sworn it was her daughter. She took a few breaths to steady herself, then asked, "What do you mean how you are supposed to be? Like a girl?" Trying to stop the tears Timothy said, "I guess. I don't know." "Are you trying to say you want to be a girl? How long have you felt this way?" "I always have, I just didn't know it until now." His mother just paused at that then slowly took Timothy into a hug. "I'll love you whatever you want to be baby." They sat there crying in each other's arms, paralyzed with pure emotion for several minutes. When they had cried all they could Timothy's mom asked, "How do you want to handle this?" "What do you mean?" "I mean if this is how you want to be I'll support you. If you just want to dress like at home that is fine. If you want to try to do this all the time that's fine too. I want to be there to help you any way that I can. I'm sorry yelled at you but you really caught me off guard here." "It's alright. I want to dress like this all the time I guess, I really feel like the real me for the first time ever." "Are you sure? This won't be easy. There's a lot of awful, ignorant people out there. You will lose friends and you will take a lot of abuse." "I'm sure. I don't know why but I am more sure than I have ever been about anything mom." His mom began to smile. "Well I have always wanted a daughter to shop for. There's a lot to do here. We'll start with a shopping trip but I'm going to want to get you into therapy soon just in case. It's been an emotional day today so I think we should just relax and then hit the mall tomorrow." Tears still in his eyes Timothy said, "Thanks for being so great about this." They went about their business for the rest of the day Timothy finishing up his homework and his mom doing some chores around the house and finishing some work for the business. It quickly fell into a relatively normal Saturday. There wasn't even any mention of the changes until about 10 pm. Tim was surfing the internet in his room when his mom walked in with a bag and said, "I thought you might like this tonight." Tim opened the bag and pulled out the new, soft pink nightgown and held it up to himself. It looked wonderful . Timothy's eyes were watering again as he gave his mother a hug. She said, "Good night Timothy." At that something inside Timothy made him say, "Tabitha." It felt so right to say he wasn't sure if he could use any other name again. As they continued the hug, his mother said, "Alright. Good night Tabitha." They broke the hug and his mother left. Tabitha removed the shirt and shorts realizing how unfortunately ill fitting they were. He slipped on the nightgown feeling it flow over his smooth body enjoying the sensation immensely. The way it moved when he moved, the sensation of rightness, it was all so perfect. He went to bed early excited for the changes the next day would bring. 4. Tabitha woke up when his mother called for her. Stirring gently and slowly waking up, Tabitha smiled at the sensation of the night gown. He got up slowly and gently stretched. Enjoying the way the garment flowed. He strode confidently downstairs, almost floating. When he got downstairs his mother offered him a bra and panty set that she thought he would like. It was baby pink with pinstripes and he thought it was wonderful. He took it happily and they began to talk over the itinerary for the day. It was a big one. She suggested that it would be good to start at the basics, panties and bras since he seemed to like them. After that some casual clothing maybe a few dresses if he liked then a much needed stop at the shoe store. Finally they could get a few random essentials like makeup. Tabitha noticed the glow on his mother's face and knew it was from a combination of excitement about bonding with her new daughter and a love of shopping. They went their separate ways to get ready. Tabitha took time in the shower to shave again so he could be sure he was perfect for this special day. He spent quite a while in front of the mirror testing hair styles before selecting pigtails. They seemed perfect for his inception into a new life. He slipped on the bra and panties again feeling how perfect they were. As his mother had discussed, he slipped on some of his old boy clothes feeling how rough and uncomfortable they were. He would tough it out. His mom had said it was important to get a fresh start and the change from his own clothes in the new ones was a good symbol. A tight T shirt showed off his bra and a pair of his old jeans would do until he got something better. He capped it off with a pair of flip flops to show off his polished toes and he headed downstairs. As they were about to leave he suddenly stopped and asked his mom, "Could try some of your makeup?" "Sure," she replied, "if you want." Tabitha nodded shyly causing her pigtails to bob up and down. They went upstairs and she walked him through applying makeup. He took to it remarkably quickly doing it almost perfectly on the first try. He looked in the mirror and saw his mother smiling proudly over his shoulder. He saw his face which though a little masculine was still very pretty. He looked like exactly what he was, a feminine boy dressed as a girl but he liked what he saw in the mirror. It was still a little scary stepping outside. Tabitha recognized that she was not in for an easy road in this new life, but he had his mother for support and he hoped that would be enough. They chatted lightly as they drove to the mall. Tabitha glanced occasionally at his made up face in the mirror and appreciated the sight as a distraction from his apprehension about going so suddenly public. He was so afraid he almost couldn't leave the car when they got there. His mom waited patiently while he got up the nerve and eventually something inside just pushed him to go and he took solace that since it was half an hour away it was unlikely he would see anyone he knew . He walked across the parking lot nervously already feeling the stares from people across the lot. His mother was close behind with a hand on his shoulder and that may have been the only thing keeping him going. As they walked into the mall it all became so real. The stares from people quickly became whispers and in a few cases open cries of, "sissy" or, "faggot". He tried to ignore them and keep a straight face. He was sure it would be worth the abuse when it was over. As they made their way into Victoria's Secret a group of teenage girls that was exiting laughed openly at him. It got louder when one of them pointed out his nail polish and erupted when one noticed his bra. He ignored them and kept moving ever more sure in this course of action. The sales lady greeted them and asked if she could help them with anything. Tabitha was speechless but her mother piped in and explained that her daughter had decided to be her true self and they would need a whole wardrobe. The saleslady smiled and walked with them further into the store. She measured Tabitha and after informing them that they didn't carry cup sizes that small told her they would also need enhancers. His mother drug Tabitha on a whirlwind of shopping through the store and the commission paid saleslady was more than helpful. Tabitha felt wonderful, like she was really becoming more herself. They bought so much that they had to make a trip to the car before they started shopping for regular clothes. The experiences were pretty similar as they went from store to store trying on different outfits friendly sales associates, with a few exceptions, and a few stares o comments from onlookers. His mother insisted that Tabitha try on a variety of looks to find out the sort of girl she was. Eventually he found that his style as a girl was similar to what he wore as a boy, simple and maybe a little goth. There were lots of black, tight outfits with more skirts and dresses than anything else. This surprised his mother but she was supportive as she had been all along. Tabitha took the time to change into a baby T and a mini skirt before moving on. It felt wonderful to be in girls clothes. It was like he was who he was supposed to be. Again laden with bags They made a trip to the car to drop them off. On the way back into the mall they decided they should stop and get some food. Tabitha was more scared as she walked into the food court than he had been all day. Comments in passing were one thing but sitting in one place out in the open was a little intimidating. He was getting less stares now that he was in girl's clothes and using the enhancers for his bra but people who got close could still tell. They got some pizza and were chatting to keep Tabitha distracted whe suddenly a familiar voice yelled., "Oh my god! Tim!" Tabitha snapped around and saw the amazed face of Cynthia Thomas. She was a girl from school that Tabitha didn't know very well but had seen around. She had a reputation as a bit of a girl - jock playing basketball and softball but had always seemed friendly and nice. She was flanked by a now screaming Dee Porter, a sort of geeky girl that Tabitha had a few classes with, and a girl that Tabitha didn't recognize. Tabitha tried to hide his face but they had already seen him. The girls ran quickly up to their table. Cynthia said, "It is you! What are you doing? Did you lose a bet?" Dee was just giggling and the other girl was looking at him with disgust. Tabitha looked away from them and said, "No I didn't lose a bet. This is who I am now, the new me." The girl Tabitha didn't know started berating him about being a sick freak when suddenly Dee told her to shut the fuck up. This surprised everyone there since Dee had always been sort of quiet. The girl clucked her tongue angrily and said, "Fine I don't want to be near a freak like this anyway," and stormed off. Cynthia looked down sheepishly and said, "Look, don't mind Sarah she can be a total bitch." Tabitha's mother suddenly piped up and said, "Why don't you girls sit down why I go get a cup of coffee," Then promptly go up and started to walk off pausing to smile at Taitha before heading to starbucks but being careful to keep an eye on her new daughter. Dee and Cynthia sat down slowly and there was a long, awkward silence. Finally Cynthia asked, "So what you want to be a girl now Tim?" "Tabitha." "What?" Cynthia asked. "It's Tabitha now. I'm not Tim anymore." "Alright Tabitha," Cynthia said, "I didn't mean to offend you I'm just curious." "It's okay. It's not that I want to be a girl it is more like I HAVE to be. It's hard to explain," Tabitha said quietly. Dee smiled and said "It's really brave of you to do this. It takes a special kind of person to do this kind of thing in public." And Cynthia nodded in agreement. Tabitha started blushing. "Thank you. And not just for saying that. You are the only people besides my mom who have been nice to me." Cynthia said, "It's no problem. We know a little about having to hide yourself. Since it seems you can keep one hell of a secret, I feel like I can tell you I am a lesbian." "Really?" Tabitha looked up. "Yeah. It's my biggest secret and the only people who know are you and Dee, who has been my best friend since I was 9," Cynthia said. And Dee nodded. They chatted for almost an hour before Tabitha's mother returned. And said, "Okay girls Tabitha and I have a lot of ground to cover but I am sure you could continue this chat later. Why don't you exchange numbers?" They all nodded in agreement and exchanged numbers quickly. As Cynthia and Dee walked away, Dee turned back and blushing said, "See you Monday Tabitha and good luck." "Bye," Tabitha said then turned to her mother and said, "Thanks for that." "They seemed nice and I thought you could stand to make a few friends for the day you are going to have Monday. But we had better get moving shoes are not something to be taken lightly," Tabitha just giggled in response. The shoe store was massive but Tabitha's mom made sure they took an organized approach. It almost seemed like they were a swat team on a mission, It was almost scary how much this woman loved to shop. They started out getting a pair of girl's sneakers to ease the transition. Tabitha liked them but they were just not different enough to be exciting. The whole thing changed when Tabitha tried on his first pair of heels. Even though they were just a simple 4 inch heeled sandal they made Tabitha feel wonderful. Something about them just made him feel so sexy. They bought several pairs of heels and a pair of flats at his mother's insistence. Tabitha wore the sandals out of the store feeling so wonderful he could hardly contain himself. He felt stronger and more able to resist the judgmental assholes with every step. The last stop was a department store for whatever else they still needed. They grabbed some pantyhose and found a fragrance Tabitha liked. Then they headed to the makeup counter. They spent quite a long time with the makeup artist getting suggestions on colors and brands. They walked back to the car laden with bags and worn out from the day. A quick stop on the drug store for some shaving supplies and a feminine deodorant was the only other stop before they were home. As they finally got home and unloaded the car Tabitha unpacked everything and moved her old male clothes into trashbags so they could be donated later. His mother smiled as Tabitha worked, enjoying how secure in all of this her new daughter was. She was bursting with pride but also worried how it would be for Tabitha at school. Tabitha put her new things in her dresser and closets feeling so content with the changes. He was so sure this was the right thing for him and the feeling was only getting stronger. Tabitha changed into the nightie his mother had given him and went to bed feeling excited and scared for what was about to happen. 5. Tabitha awoke and began to quickly get ready. He was hurrying since his new morning routine was going to take so much more time. He decided to try to keep it simple like the other girls at school. He put his hair into a ponytail and put on some light makeup. He put on a pair of Capri pants and a plain shirt over his bra and panties. At his mother's urging he wore the sneakers for the first day even though they didn't feel nearly as wonderful as his heels. His mother kissed him goodbye as he left to walk to school, careful not to smudge his makeup and wished him good luck. Tabitha carried his bag loosely on one should as he always had on the short walk to school. From a distance he just looked like any other girl on her way to school so the trip was pretty uneventful until he actually arrived. At the edge of the school property Tabitha took a deep breath to steel himself then started toward the door. The comments and insults started immediately but Tabitha just put her head down and kept walking. It was a nightmare everyone he saw either purposefully ignored him or openly insulted him. There were even a couple of shoves and a football player he didn't know knocked stole his backpack and dropped it on the ground. Even his old friends who Tabitha was sure would be there just walked by him in the hall. Tabitha felt destroyed by the betrayal but something deep in him kept him going, he had a security in the new him that kept him putting one foot in front of the other. He stepped into his first class shyly and was confronted by the short, middle aged form of Ms. Callaway. She asked if he was a new before suddenly realizing who he was. And asking, "Is this some kind of prank Mr. Green?" Tabitha answered, "No ma'am, and it's Mrs. Green," quietly conscious of the people in their seats. "I see. Well have a seat Mrs. Green I don't want to be held up more than nessesary." Tabitha nodded meekly in response and shuffled back to his seat and set down. It was clear than the people around him were uncomfortable at best, many hateful. Ms. Callaway walked up to the lectern and said, "Before we begin I want to say something about our new student. I hope that this will have a minimum disruptive effect but I also want to stress that the school takes a dim view of discriminatory violence and anyone who commits a hate crime will not only be disciplined by the school but I will also personally ensure that they are persecuted to the fullest extent of the law." Then she turned and started writing on the board. Tabitha felt a little better after that warning but still uncomfortable. He tried to focus on the board but was just too distracted. He was looking around the room seeing looks of disgust or people averting their eyes mostly. This was broken up by the smiling face and a quick wave from Cynthia who he hadn't realized was in this class. It was wonderful just to see a friendly face and it got him through the rest of the class. Cynthia stopped by after class to say a quick hello but had to run. Tabitha's classes went much the same until lunch, uncomfortable stares and occasional insults marking the minutes as the classes passed. As Tabitha walked into the lunch room he felt all the eyes on him. By now everyone had heard about girly boy Green and they all wanted a look. It was eerily silent as Tabitha looked around for an open table. He didn't know if he could face sitting next to someone and was about to just leave when he saw Cynthia waiving for his attention. He walked over to her table and saw that Dee was there as well, smiling up at him. He sat down and they started to just chat, it was easy for Tabitha to talk to them and they could sense that the last thing Tabitha wanted to talk about how awful his day had been so they kept it superficial. It was nice being around people who clearly weren't being hurtful or judgmental and Tabitha was finally enjoying herself. He felt like he could find happiness again just sitting there with people who wouldn't hate him. It was a wonderful moment around people who he could feel were going to be great friends. That moment was broken up by a hand around his throat and a gasp from Dee. Suddenly Tabitha was pulled backward from his seat and was being held up by his throat. His eyes shot to the face of his Assailant, Sean Sacks. He was a redneck and a judgmental prick. He was a known homophobe and had a reputation for being violent. Tabitha started to try to shake loose but it was no use, Sean was built like a monster. Cynthia took off running and Dee sat there paralyzed watching it. "Well, well, well. I knew you were a faggot Green but I gotta admit I didn't expect this," Tabitha tried to respond and beg for mercy but his throat was closed off. Just when Tabitha thought he was going to die he felt an impact to his stomach that crushed him. Sean let go of his throat and let him fall to the floor. Tabitha was gasping for air trying to recover when he felt the boot him in the ribs. He cried out in pain hoping that nothing was broken. "Now I think I'll mess up your face Faggot." Tabitha saw the boot draw back again this time angled at his face he tried to pull his arms up to protect himself and closed his eyes praying for a miracle. The boot never came down but Tabitha certainly heard an impact. He looked up to see Josh Crane, one of the linebackers from the football team standing over the unconscious form of Sean. Josh had a cold look in his eyes as he stared at Sean's unconscious body almost daring him to get up. Everyone knew that Josh's older Brother was gay but no one figured that he would get involved in something like this. Dee scrambled over to help Tabitha up draping his arm gently over her shoulder to keep from hurting his ribs. Just then The vice principal came in on the heels of Cynthia and demanding what was going on. After taking some time to revive Sean and get a quick statement of what happened. The vice principal escorted Sean to the office and told Dee she could see Tabitha to the nurse. Dee carried Tabitha gingerly to the nurses office where she waited patiently. After a few minutes Tabitha came back out bearing the good news that Sean had not done any real damage. Dee was walking Tabitha to her next class when suddenly she stopped. It took Dee a few seconds to get up the courage to speak. "You know Ti... Tabitha I have always kind of well ... liked you. I thought that would be different with these changes and that I would be your friend as you started in your new life but honestly I like you more now." "I don't know what to say." "I know it is weird since you are into guys and everything but I just had to say it. You are even cuter now than before and your bravery is so amazing." "Dee... I am not into guys." "But I thought that was what this was all about," Dee asked surprised. "No this just felt like the real me trying to come out. I guess you might say I am a lesbian." "Oh really. That's great. Well what do you think of me?" Tabitha took a second to think looking at Dee's cute face behind cat's eye glasses and said,, "You are a great person. One of the few who has been nice to me so far. You are smart and kind and frankly, beautiful." Dee's eyes began to tear up and she leaned in to kiss Tabitha. When their lips met it was like the universe fell away and all of existence was just the two of them. A fire, something great and magical flared up inside of the both of them and it was like they were experiencing destiny. The pain of the bruised ribs and the anxieties of the day faded away from Tabitha and all the months of suppressing her feelings about Tim fell away from Dee in that instant. They both knew somehow that this is exactly where they were meant to be. They stayed there kissing until and embarrassed Ms. Callaway urged them apart. 6. Four Months Later: Tabitha sat at the lunch table she usually sat at her hand holding Dee's lightly as they casually chatted with Cynthia and the other girls at the table about plans for prom. Dee, Cynthia, and Tabitha had been inseparable since that day and that connection had gone a long way in getting Tabitha accepted by the girls. He had made a lot of close friends in the past four months despite the fact that he was a pariah to the boys except for an unexpected friendship with Josh. Sean had been expelled and the threat of that combined with Josh's protection had prevented any further violence. This has encouraged Tabitha to embrace his femininity further spending his time in heels and skirts almost every day. As he leaned his head against Dee's soft shoulder he realized he wouldn't trade his life for anything.