I nodded again."I do not know how to say this," she continued, "in all my years, Ihave never seen a case like this. You were a son for your parents, a...dthey treated you in every way like a son. I know they loved you andtook great care of you. However, you were not born a son. You were bornas their daughter...."I started to explain I didn't want this night dress on, and that I wasa boy. The shrink explained that for some reason, my parents wereraising me as a boy. This was despite the fact that. "We can work with this. I can bond some extensions on and do somecolouring and highlighting. You'll have a full set of gorgeous hair!How's auburn sound?" Sounds good. I'll trust your expertise."I began reading from the magazine Rodrigo put in front of me. I wasunfamiliar with the whole process, but after he washed and colored myhair he began using a spatula to paint my hair, then applied foils andthen had me sit under a heating device. After that he started using sometool to apply the. That damn city phone, "Coast Guard. Yeoman Chartres." One moment, sir. I'll see if he's awake." He's been on duty all night." Sir?" Chartres whispered."Yes?" It's the District Game Warden, sir," the yeoman said."I'll take it in here, Yeoman," I said.The switch in connections took place, I picked up the phone."Ensign Olsen. This had better be important." Don't you people have boats of your own," I was reasonably pissed. This was uncalled for."I'll put it to you straight, Warden. Those kids are. Above the table Mike looked perfectly normal – dressed in a smart jacket, shirt and tie, but as Susan soon discovered completely naked below the waist. Susan approached the leather chair, lifting her skirt, exposing black stocking tops, suspender belt and no knickers. Mike must have thought she was going to sit on his lap – cock rising in anticipation, but was amazed when she bent down, grabbed his ankles and lifted them up next to his ears.Susan’s cunt was already quite wet – Mike’s cock.