Gopi girl in the making, age eighteen and a half or thereabouts.
Back in the days, life was all about running for the nectar-oozing worlds where every word was a song and every step a dance, joining a team of prepuberal little angel girls in yet another venture in fetching flowers and honey wine for the cuddling transcendent couple's scheduled daily dalliances. For all my transgender transcendentalism in the fantasy worlds, it sure spinned my yin and yang into a hefty gordian's knot.
