I guess I was wrong about a lot of things. I'm sorry forthe way I treated you."I went to him, then kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Thanksdaddy... in his ear. His arms around me felt reassuring."I am guessing here, but I can't see any way that you will willinglyreturn to being a boy again. I think that you are going to remain hereas our daughter. Am I right?" I would like that dad, I really would. I have always wanted to be agirl, and now that I have body for it, I can't even think of. So i soon enough made a name for myself.people used to call me discreetly and asked me to make their account.Our family now have two earning members.me and my didi. We made mother leave her job and rest at home. Our conditions were not great on financial terms but we were able to manage our lives pretty well.On one of my jobs for a doctor he told me tht he has another business and he wants me to make account for him and do it so good that ca will pass it of as white money.i said ok and then he. My cheeks become red, she laughs and turns back to her friends. She ignores me for much of the evening. Dear reader, to move back a step, I am at my first BDSM munch, having no real experience to speak of, but full of fantasies that I am too frightened to live out. And, like many newbie subs, I mentally fixate on the most experienced Mistress around in the vainglorious hope that she would accept my list of fetish ideas and fantasies and help me live them out in some pre-determined way of my. " Lisa grabbed a pair of towels and joined Harold back to the Bare Pit, Sunny Acres' restaurant. Picking an outside table, even though the evenings were getting to be on the cool side, they spread their towels and sat across from each other.A pretty blonde sixteen year old wearing nothing but a small apron came to serve them. "Hi, Lisa ... Hello, Harold, long time, no see." Hi, Mandy ... I think I'll have the pork chop with baked potato. And I'd like a beer with that, if you don't mind." Sure,.