I had lost... me.Still, at least I wasn't going to be homeless.Yesterday, I ran into Dr. Taylor at the Blind Pig... Dr. Taylor in her feminine form, t...at is. His feminine form? Gendermorphism really plays hell with pronouns. A friend of hers showed me how the law had changed to accommodate gendermorphs. He helped me set up an identity as Tara Bard, an identity legally linked to the one I had as Paul Bard. I now had duplicate driver's licenses and Social Security cards, one for 'Paul' (God. I could not lay still I was already swollen and more aroused than ever before. I began to buck wildly thrusting my hips upward to meet his tongue. His two fingers still buried deep inside me. Licking harder and applying more pressure he begins to suck and nibble on my clit. The feeling of your tongue moving tirelessly about my shaven lips is to intense. My breathing becomes more sparse with each second turning my words into muttered syllables. Oh yes, yes, OH MY GOD YES… Oh ye… suc… uummm…. That was when I accepted that I had, in fact, been executed and I was in hell. Four hours later, when Mom picked me up, I was more exhausted than I have ever been in my life. Till the next day when we did it all again. Weeks rolled by into months. Mom finally put an end to the teasing from my brothers. At least at the breakfast table, anyway. She also stopped saying what I was going to be learning next in front of my Dad and brothers. For that, I was thankful at least. If they knew, I would. I was so anxious that it took me a few minutes to notice that I was not in the same room I fell asleep in. I looked around and realized that I was in my bedroom in my apartment over an hour away from my parents’ house. I walked outside of my bedroom to confirm my thoughts, I was in my apartment. But this doesn’t make sense, how did I get here I asked myself. I thought about the night before, remembering every detail of it and knew that there was no way I got here last night. I looked through my.