"She tried to keep me being a boy, but Ikept finding the dolls and dresses and stuff. I feel so much like agirl." Well," Miss Pentecost said, "We'll ...ave to see how deep your feelingsare. That's why you must see our specialists. In the interim, we'lllet your remain with Mrs. Dayton, but you'll have to still go to schoolas a boy and wear boy clothes."Angelo smiled and grabbed Mary Elizabeth's hand, noticing howcheerfully his foster mother was dressed. She had on a dark bluepencil skirt and a. The psych-doctors had ruled that fifteen years was the limit anyone could serve in my sort of role before the likelihood of deep psychological trauma became too great.I took some time off, visiting my sisters and my parents. My home world had changed beyond recognition. The vicious wildlife was now penned in small nature reserves and my father was chief warden. The only shooting he did these days was with a camera, as he shepherded groups of tourists round protected walkways.I travelled to the. I arrived finding his door unlocked just as expected, I walked in slowly, about to call out I heard the shower running upstairs. I slowly walked upstairs trying to make as little noise as possible. As I got to the top I saw the bathroom door slightly open. Inside was Eboni, completely naked right in front of my eyes. It was amazing, she was absolutely beautiful, nice B cup breasts, and a perfect pussy mound shaved except for a tab of neatly trimmed hair at the top.Suddenly out of nowhere I was. She said about the same and asked me to pass down a good vid, cuz she was horny too and wanted to satisfy herself.Of course I passed her a gay vid, upon which she reacted weirdly, asking why I was sending her gay porn. I told her that that was what I watched now, as its hot. Then she asked me something that made me realise what was going on. “Lol, you’re gay?”I wanted to say no, but as I did, I realised that all my sexual fantasies lately were based on men. This really confused me, as I thought.