The transformation was nearly complete. She’d soon be the woman she always knew she was born to be. She finally removed her left hand from her...groin, to reveal the part of her body she loathed above all others. Her small, ineffectual penis. The cause of countless jibes and insults at school, the foul thing that stopped her from fully emerging as the beautiful butterfly she had always known she could be. To say her life had been miserable would be an understatement. Anna’s. After a while I went to the reception and she was all alone, and not letting the opportunity to go by I called her and said that I would be waiting for her tonight in my room at 10 p.m. And if she did not come then I would take matters in my own hand. For this she laughed and went away.Later that night I was in my room waiting for her to come as I was naked playing with my cock. Suddenly the bell rang and there she was. I got up and hugged her and began smooching her again. I started to play. "Shut up," shereplied, as she turned around and grabbed me by the chin. Then she puta dab of nail polish on my lips. "How's this?" she asked. "Lips, nips,and tips," she exclaimed, pleased with her little rhyme about the threeplaces on my body that she had painted me in red. She was about topaint my lips in nail polish when she thought better of it. "I wouldn'twant you licking it off. That might poison you."Janice came back with a whole shopping bag of items. She admiredPamela's paint job on. A potential successor.”Ahmed looked up at the repeat of ‘potential successor’. What did his father mean?His father looked back at him.“I said ‘potential successor’ because at present you are not. So far your life and conduct has not been suitable for a future chief. If you succeed, you might have changed my opinion of you, and more importantly, the opinions of the council of elders who will decide after my death, no matter what my wishes might have been in life, exactly who will become the next.